The train was moving very slowly, and the afternoon sunlight streaming in through the window was just right in temperature and light, just enough to resist the coolness brought by the air conditioner in the carriage, and just enough for me to clearly see his beautiful face. Like friends, once the chatter is opened, they can't hold it back. There are usually all kinds of strange smells on the train, but in that carriage of the train that day, I seemed to ask about the smell of peach blossoms. I thought for a while that my first love was really about to begin.
If you don't love me anymore, please don't come back to me. Please be responsible for your lack of love.
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