They were twin flowers with roots attached, but the twist of fate was that in the end, on that slightly cool summer night, she walked to the left street, while I walked to the right corner.
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Under the banyan tree, she smiled as brightly as a flower: "Hurry up, Wan Shen Shen, no matter how slow you are, you will walk alone -" This sentence became a prophecy
But with a smile on his face, the words he spoke were like arrows, piercing people's hearts: "Deeply," he said, "Diandian and I hope to get your blessing."
Looking back again, under the colorful lights, the man had a cold and angry look on his face. After a while, he said: "Long time no see, Wan Shen Shen." After a pause: "You still haven't made any progress at all."
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Who loved whom, and who is still waiting for whom?