Half a year later, she unexpectedly received a letter from far away in San Francisco. The moment she opened the envelope, Jian An desperately covered her mouth and kept telling herself that she promised her mother not to cry. From now on, she would never cry for love or be angry at the unfairness of fate, but face every day of her life with a smile. She took out the contents with trembling hands. This was a photo. In the photo, she was lying on the beach at night, sleeping peacefully. On the back was a line of elegant pen words: "I left my heart in San Francisco, high on a hill, it calls to me." It turns out that it's not that I don't love, but that I can't love!
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