These are the little moments from the years when Qiu Xi and Xiao Chi were classmates and deskmates, from age twelve to fifteen.
Youth is like water. Long live friendship.
I wish time could lock away the past and make it eternal.
Dedicated to the girl I love most in my life.
I wrote this a year ago. A piece can always be revised a hundred times, but the author hasn't changed a thing.
Whatever. I'm stubborn.
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