That day, the sweet scent of Sophora japonica inhaled by Yi Nian was the last memory she had left. Every girl at the beginning of her youth will have her first love. That young and sad memory sometimes floats up slowly like bubbles under the water, but is remembered for a long time. Yi Nian later recalled that the first face-to-face conversation between her and Amu was extremely beautiful, like a pure and beautiful picture. The weather began to get warmer, and the sun began to lazily refuse to set. It hung slanting red in the west of the sky, stretching their shadows. Yi Nian stepped on Amu's shadow, a tall black shadow, a motionless black shadow. Yi Nian lowered her head, and she seemed to have accidentally stood at the position of his heart. So, this stop is forever. How far is forever? I think that should be the end of life.
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