That year, the beautiful sunflower was finally turned around by the world. It survived for a long time with the sun on its back, but it was still as beautiful and strong as ever. That year, she lost her voice and her virginity. That year, she was 16 years old. At the end of the sentence, I still met him. It was such an unexpected encounter in the vast bustling cityscape. Like a huge catastrophe, it struck like a drama. Like a dream, like a shadow, like a delusion, but in the end it is still no match for that kind word.
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