I have had many kinds of love in my life. The sky is full of gods and Buddhas and gold powder. There are cold branches and skinny leaves that smell the cold fragrance.
And the most worldly vanity and joy
But only you are the blue sea and sky in the dark night
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Yu Ziqi later recalled many times when he was fifteen, and what he recalled was not the proud moment when he was the first in the school to give a freshman speech at the high school opening ceremony, nor the beautiful girl with a blushing face and crooked eyebrows when he first received his confession, but a sparse figure on a bench in the southwest corner of the campus in winter.
The innocent and frail perfect trajectory drawn in the past fifteen years came to an abrupt end after touching that figure. Then, a life as rugged as a line drawing stretched out like a cramp.