When I write [Wenliang Time] Before, I was at an emotional low point for a period of time. In fact, it was not really a low point. A person's world is always like this, lonely and lonely. Maybe life is too peaceful to make any ripples. Inexplicable emotions always filled my whole nerves. At that time, I liked to hold a book alone, lying half on the flower chair, close to the floor-to-ceiling window. In the huge house, I could hear my own breathing quietly. The sunlight shined on me gently through the white curtains.
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