I admit that I am a bad boy. I can smoke, drink, and have several different boyfriends at the same time. I can skip classes, talk back, and do everything that others don't want me to do.
My name is Le Ling. Once upon a time, some people liked to call me good, but now I am not good at all.
Spring has passed and the hot summer has arrived again??????
It's summer again. I have too many memories of summer??????
My dearest parents, a family that I once thought was very happy and harmonious was shattered in the summer??????
My first time skipping class, my first time falling in love, my first time going to a bar?????? Many of the first times happened in the summer. Almost, my life seems to be linked to summer??????? But, I hate summer, very, very much.
You know what?
I hate you, I hate you so much??????
Why?
You still owe me an explanation???????
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