At the beginning of the new semester, she accidentally fell in love with an awkward boy.
He is cautious, he is moody, and he is indifferent to others.
It turns out that personality distortions all happen for a reason. There are heart-wrenching memories hidden within him.
Yanxi tried to help his beloved, but everything was just a feeble struggle. The so-called "love" only slowed down his slide into the abyss.
Why do we say love?
Ps: ... This is a long time ago, with only about a dozen chapters. I am posting it here as a reflection of my own youth. At that time, the author's understanding of love was really green and green, but it was also very real, so I decided to post it slowly after editing. I almost can't find the original text...
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