"I said Jingshi, you must have liked me before I went to Italy."
"It's been so long, I can't remember."
"How is that possible?"
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A short story I wrote on a sudden impulse. It has no background, no place, no other people. It relies on a single timeline to tell the story of Yukimura Seiichi and his childhood sweetheart Qian Chengmo who went to Italy two years ago. Well, the writing is scummy. I don't know if the characters are out of shape, but I think it is.
Conception: