Qiao Qi, from the moment I fell in love with you, I have been creating hell for myself, layer by layer, eighteen layers of hell, and I will never be able to go to heaven again.
When he was eighteen years old, he asked her, "Why do I have to like you if you like me?"
When he was twenty-one, he asked her, "Will there be any results if we are together?"
He pushed her out of the old street, but he stayed.
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