"Liu Mei didn't realize it, but there are already clusters of blues and purples." - "Twenty Poems of Spring" Yuan Zhen Liu Shiyu had only this name left in his mind, repeating it over and over again, killing his sense of survival again and again. Liu Shiyu and Mei Qiancheng have known each other for six years. Step by step from strangers to friends, and now, as good as wearing a pair of pants, we eat together every day, train together, listen to music together, get out of school together... Until... A sad super short story, with real-life prototype characters sublimating their stories, there is something that I really want to write hehe.
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