Memory I met you in the most brilliant season of my life,
Then passed by.
The road to acquaintance is very long,
for you,
You will always be in the most beautiful drawer in my heart,
Sleep quietly.
This is just a story about memories, without a strong meaning of love, only the vague ambiguity of the second year of middle school, no bloody plot of life and death, only trivial things.
·No Mary Sues·No polyamorous relationships·No conspiracy theories·BG text/There will be BL plot flashes/——Be careful before entering
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