Feng Qiao's short article, ends at 1END
We were underage once.
Some are young and frivolous, some have a gloomy past.
There are also some love impulses that even I can't distinguish.
No reason, no object.
Such as that momentary lust for crime, it only left a scar slightly larger than a coin on the palm of his hand.
It can't even enter my heart.
Probably, you are the only one who takes it so seriously...
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