Can those friendships that they thought would never change withstand an unexpected change? Good and evil, love and hate, who can tell clearly? You care too much, but inadvertently get deeply hurt. When he goes away, can you only sigh: "The time of love is very important, it is not too early or too late, but he knew it too early, and she knew it too late"?
Continued from "The Life-Destroying Young Man Doesn't Know What Sorrow Is"
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