Later, the second sister said: "We are all good people, literary and artistic young people, literary and artistic young people all like summer, and stories often start in summer."
I thought I understood why the second sister was feeling emotional, so I smiled bitterly and said, "Yeah..."
The second sister covered her mouth and smiled: "Nier, you are overthinking. I am not talking about your fresh and sad stories. I am talking about the years we spent in college."
I was stunned for a moment, then laughed...
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