Meeting him again was fate, or another joy and sorrow. She loved him more than her own life, and there were always many secrets in him that were unclear, impenetrable, and frightening. She convinced herself again and again that his I can not invade the world. As long as he still loves me, I can let him come and go as he pleases in my world. I believe this is not a love that is so humble as dust, because in love, no one is the winner and no one is the king...
This book has been renamed "Notebook: Life After Eyelashes"
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