There is a kind of waiting that smoothes the sufferings of the world and turns cruelty into soft warmth around the fingers; there is a kind of flower blooming that conveys the beauty of silence in silent places and makes the years stick to fine sand. An unintentional kiss at a young age led to a tortuous and cruel love. After two years of holding hands, we finally parted ways; after eight years of missing each other, she said, I am not Xiao Longnu, and you are not Yang Guo. There is no such thing as the feeling of seeing each other again after such a long time. I would like to dedicate this book to you who are hesitating on the road of love. No matter how much you go through, there is someone who will be at the very beginning, waiting for your most beautiful flowers to bloom.
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