I had a dream for sixteen years, and the things in the dream were the same. A four-year-old boy stood in front of a dying girl, crying and shouting "Sister, don't leave me." I was just an ordinary girl, but I knew many rich handsome guys and beauties. As soon as I met him, he made me angry. He thought he was a devil, but when I got to know him, I thought he was an angel. I thought I liked an 'angel', but when I got along with the 'devil', I realized that I liked him. But my best friend also likes a 'devil'. How should I choose to avoid hurting the four of us.
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