Xiao Meigui's 20th year was a watershed in her life. The first half was arrogant and passionate, and the second half was a day-to-day survival. She remembered the first half clearly, but the second half was deliberately vague. After all, ideals, love, and struggles are all so precious and can never be obtained.
Love and love are nothing but feats that we dream about in our youth. When it comes to reality, who can say that love is long-lasting and short-lived? It is nothing but a joke.
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