First love, what is it? First love is a sweet and greasy milk candy, a bottle of sour lemon juice, and the pink color that appears in every dream about him. But in their memories, first love is a huge stone that weighs in each other's hearts, and it has become an old wound that no one wants to mention. During the three years of high school, they used their dreams as horses and embarked on the journey of youth. I don't know if it was a coincidence or someone somewhere pulling this red thread. The memories that had been sealed for a long time were quietly opened in a seemingly casual encounter two years later, disrupting their originally peaceful life again. Is this a will of God or a reunion carefully planned by him. It's night. The man's slender fingers with clear joints tapped the table rhythmically, and the plumes of white smoke emitted from the Romeo Hermosos Cuban cigar held in his right hand made the man's resolute and cold eyebrows become more mysterious and unpredictable. The narrow and sultry peach blossom eyes reflected the faint light of the cigarette butt, and they seemed to be tinged with a bit of tenderness in a trance. He stood up and squinted at the room not far away that was still lit with warm yellow lights. He put out the unburned cigarette in the ashtray and raised an imperceptible arc on his thin lips. "Baby, this time, I will make you surrender to me willingly."
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