This is the 26th year of Zhang Huai's life. He has not left this city, persisted in his dream, and lived day after day.
Everything was changing rapidly before his eyes, but he had forgotten the last time he raced against this city.
I only vaguely remember that the daylight was very clean at that time and the pedestrians on the road were still walking very slowly.
There was a person who had been walking on the same road as him for many years, and his name clearly appeared in every corner of his life.
And Zhang Huai clearly realized that at this moment, he was alone.
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