The continuation of the previous short story "Happy New Year", this one is HE.
After I finished writing the previous article, I put it in the space, and the kids all said it was too cruel. Later, I agreed to write this sequel on Valentine's Day.
However, I felt a bit far-fetched at the end of the writing. I always felt that the final ending was as beautiful as a dream that would break if touched.
No matter what, at least they are in love at the moment.
Campus orientation, reality. Short story.
PS: The author Damu is dead>
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