Our story seems to have no ending from the beginning.
But fortunately there is a process that allows us to reminisce about each other.
From spring to winter, from south to north, from east to west, we are separated and cross the sea of people.
I know that I like you, I love you deeply, and you do too, and that's enough.
Whenever I think of your face, I feel like the world around me has nothing to do with me.
The agreement between life and death is broad, and it is said by Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together. ——"The Book of Songs·Beifeng·Drumming"
PS: The author uses gentle healing style, don't be deceived. It may feel relaxed in the middle, but the whole story is a serious drama, with some abuse.
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