My name is Mo Xiaobei. It was exactly three o'clock in the afternoon on August 2, 2015. I was alone, and I suddenly missed that tree.
That tree once carried a lot of my expectations and grew in care.
Although it is only 70 centimeters high, it still exists like a towering tree in my heart.
However, just this morning, this dream was completely shattered by a ruthless person.
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