I love you with all my sincerity
Six years later, you ask me if I still like you?
I want to say to you:
I still like you very much, just like the wind that has traveled eight thousand miles without asking about the date of return. I still like you very much, like a whale sinking at the bottom of the sea, breathing softly, full of infatuation and full of anger.
I still like you very much, like the willows moving, the cicadas chirping and the sunset tide, I can't help myself.
What about you, Sheng Jiamu?
A short story written by Ka Wen, about 50,000 words, in the first person, please don't read if you mind!
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