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Ten years is just a blink in the universe, the first class in time, but for Chen Buyang, it is countless deserted days, long and detailed nostalgia, and a touch of sadness.
It transformed Yang from a naive boy into an indifferent and tired young man. It buried a period of time in the tomb of time. It separated a person on the other side of time and made a relationship dim.
How many people have turned their green hair into white hair in ten years, and how many people have slowly forgotten while waiting, forgetting why they are waiting, forgetting who they are waiting for, and forgetting to wait. . . . . .
Ten years boil time into a bowl of bitter water for those who remember to taste it. . . . . .
Ten years was neither long nor short. Before his rebirth, he had been silently hiding this feeling that could not be tolerated in the world. He spent ten years thinking about it, hesitating, and forgetting this feeling.
After his rebirth, he tried hard to avoid that person, but met him again. Was it avoidance or assurance? Forget it, let nature take its course.