That year, I was fifteen years old, at the beginning of my love life. I had just learned how to surf the Internet, and I experienced a happiness that I couldn't experience in real life on the ethereal Internet - the happiness of loneliness.
That boy named Yan Ze illuminated my dim world, filling my lonely heart with pink and love, roses and fragrance. I admit that in that beautiful flower season, in that lonely adolescence, in those dark days, my heart was quietly opened...
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