Seventeen-year-old Shu Yi was left behind that night.
Humid air, muddy alleys, dim street lights.
And Qin Huai's unformed kiss that fell on her lips.
Her outstretched arms in the darkness and the rapid heartbeat in her ears became the last light of a moth flying into the flame in her turbid life.
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We are made for each other.
1. Various cautions/perfection × bad/mutual redemption
2. HE/1v1/campus
3. Copywriting scum, don't believe it, it's not a knife =v=