I am the innocent and cute girl next door in the story, looking forward to a romantic encounter. God gave me a dream of a prosperous age, but forgot to arrange a happy ending...
The love letter at the bottom of the box, the pain at the bottom of my heart, this is my youth, my pain. Therefore, wearing scars makes me braver. All the pain is no longer as good as a secret love without confession, or as good as saying goodbye without seeing each other again.
Whether it was sweet words of love or sad farewell words, I couldn't say a word to him. I really disappeared into his world and said goodbye... Without a word of goodbye...
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