——If we were once in love as childhood sweethearts, why would we become strangers when we grow up?
My face didn't bloom before yours, but you forgot my appearance. You didn't know there would be so many stories behind it.
Youth, bright and sad.
Countless nights, I remembered with tears the woman who said to me with loneliness and sarcasm: "How can there be so many bizarre plots in this world..."
I will also remember the old man sighing faintly: "Take good care of your cousin..."
Zhang Yang's beautiful face has faded into the most insignificant pain in the torrent of time...
Then, all my dreams fell apart...
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