The first time they met, it was March in the south of the Yangtze River with continuous drizzle. She was in the blooming season of seventeen years old, and she couldn't forget about a strange man.
Five years later, when they met again, he no longer remembered that a little girl gave him an oil-paper umbrella in the rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
She is like a child. If the person she likes gives her a candy, she is willing to swallow a bottle of poison for that person.
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