You and I, separated by the farthest distance, let go of ourselves and get closer to you. I came too late, or your steps were too fast. I dreamed back countless times at midnight, "Mo, I didn't, I really didn't." We met again, but I didn't know each other, and I could no longer see your voice and smile. You said you owed me because you paid your love by mistake. It turns out that we were destined to have an inescapable fate from a very early age. The ink-stained years have become the best in this life.
It's so sad. My classmates said that my article only became attractive after reading more than 20 chapters. I can only say I'm sorry for the readers. I will try my best to make all the subsequent chapters attractive. The writing of the latter feels really good!
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