She likes Ali, the starry sky, writing novels, and all beautiful things;
He was like someone who had stepped out of one of her novels, with clear features and calmness. He likes to paint in the place closest to heaven every day.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, he held her hand and painted a shallow and warm world one stroke at a time, letting time be barren and letting the years dissipate in the gentle sunset.
But one day, he left before she could even say "goodbye" to him.
With another her.
"Mo Chen, when you look up at the sky at dusk, will you think of the starry sky you and I painted under the setting sun?"
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