The self that cannot be found no matter what, no one can see the color clearly. The future is far out of reach, but it is approaching step by step.
On the night road in the fog, she suddenly turned around and faced her like a strong man. He looked around, with her back in front. If you can't see the road to extension, who can see further? Who can walk more firmly?
When their thoughts are occupied by confusion and their emotions are infected by extremes, can they successfully get out of the gloom as they grow up?
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Modern campus, a story about the growth of an innocent young man and an extremely troubled girl ~ I wrote half of my early thoughts and finished it recently, so I think I am practicing my writing.
Slowly warm, plain, drink a cup of tea and watch~
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