My birthday is February 20, 1990. I am fierce, pretty and silly.
Her birthday is January 20, 1989. She is tender, delicate and silly.
We became best friends but often quarreled.
I am the head of the post-90s generation, chic and unrestrained, a little more mature than those who eat at home and drink at home.
She is born in the 1980s, awkward, and plays selfies, Mars, and AU.
We play online games together, but we are always half-assed.
I like Gu Ling because he is never sad.
She hates ancient spirits and says she has killed an entire generation.
We watch romance together, but we also vomit Qiong Yao-style classics.
It took me five full years to grow up.
She only gave me 3 years and then walked away coolly.
We laughed and laughed together, but we were still children.
Bitch, you are going to sail away again, what will our future be like?
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A girl's thoughts are like pearls with round colors, strung together they become a precious necklace.
You can keep it close to your chest, but once someone peeks at it, it will be dimmed from now on.