Zhu Qiuyin occasionally thought of Vancouver that winter, with thick snow on the pine trees and grass. He held her hand and led her to set off fireworks, and her neck was wrapped with a red scarf that he had tied for her personally.
Those days and nights that she had deliberately left behind, the intimacy and lingering, the struggle and the powerlessness... After many years, she was finally able to suppress the last inexplicable emotion in her heart, and told herself lightly that she was just a young boy at that time.
Now, this is a story about obsession that has existed in my mind for a long time, a love affair between one woman and three men that lasted for more than ten years. The ending is 1V1, the plot is not 1V1
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