Nan Qing has been waiting for this person for many years, but spring and autumn have come and gone, and his heart has never been warmed. That man had always been kind to her and considerate, but he had never kissed her like a lover. She always thought she would wait for him, but she didn't expect that he had already given his warmth to another person. Love is about self-knowledge of warmth and coldness, and self-inflicted suffering.
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