Sheng Xi often imagined later that if she had not met Ding Zhanyan that night, would her life have taken a different trajectory? However, she knew that fate destined them to meet and then separate. Then use the rest of your time to learn to forget, to forget a name engraved on your heart and flowing into your blood.
The past time flows in the light of the desk lamp, and inadvertently, it is scattered around, in a mess, without a trace. I saw my past self struggling and suffering in the years, looking for a way out, everything seemed destined.
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——Dedicated to those who loved me
——To commemorate our youth, those fragments that once accompanied us in laughter and tears but were forgotten in the corners of youth...
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