The year they met, they were still young, without the excitement of adults, only the pure love of children.
Maybe that's not called love.
What is love? He couldn't tell, and neither could she. He was just willing to watch her cry and see her laugh, and she was just willing not to give up after he left.
People say that meeting the right person at the wrong time is a sigh. But they don't believe that if the time is wrong, they can still wait. As long as it is the right person, one day they can still complete the circle.
My purpose: I write to satisfy my own bad taste. If there is any similarity, it is purely for entertainment.
Another note: I insist on writing comedies instead of tragedies, because life is full of hardships, so writing a novel won't make people cry.
Open a new pit, just click
we are all good kids
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