I have lived for so long, probably just to let the past spur me on every day. Someone must imprint that dream in my heart.
If I'm gone, people will just think it's just fabrication; if I'm still here, at least there are still people who can really feel the pain.
This is a passage in Xu Man's notes. Everyone said that Xu Man was mentally ill.
Xu Man herself didn't think so. She just had a dream, believed in its existence, and went to look for him.
"Xu Man, have you ever loved someone?"
"Loved."
"How old were you?"
"In the dream of the first grade of junior high school."
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