Literature is like life. They are an important part of my heart, with every smile, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, like water and light. Two guys with bad personalities who had absolutely no intersection in their lives met and got to know each other. With their own hidden sadness, they always smiled lightly, without a trace of truth. They knew full well that they didn't believe in anything, not love. However, they met, attracted each other, fell, struggled, and turned around. They are too similar existences, with hearts as cold as the moon and beguiling smiles, but one has lost himself and the other has protected himself. When you hurt the other person, you also hurt yourself. When you hurt yourself, you also hurt the other person. So they licked each other's wounds, relied on each other, sought each other's tenderness, and never left each other.
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