The autumn wind, carrying a hint of chill, blew the withered yellow leaves from the little tree. They swayed from side to side in the breeze and fell to the ground, then, at a speed no one noticed, melded back into the nourishing earth. Just as Ding Mo met Yan Jiao on a dull afternoon, the two of them, at a pace neither noticed, became part of each other's lives... What they faced and went through was all utterly ordinary. Neither came from a wealthy family, and there was no power or profit involved. They simply wanted to be together, and struggled to stay by each other's side in a society whose moral standards condemned them.
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. . . He actually locked it up for me
It's so fragile that it's impossible to get rid of it, let alone face it.