My name is An Qixuan, I am 37 years old this year. I have a capable wife, a smart daughter, and although I am not very rich, I have a warm home. In addition to work, I like to stay at home most of the time, accompany my wife to do housework, and help my daughter with study problems.
Sometimes I feel inexplicably sad, and it seems logical that there are still some sad memories hidden deep in my heart, but I just don't want to delve into them. Occasionally, in my heart, I taste the light pain and the unreasonable sadness. In that memory, it is probably a touch of golden color in winter. The figure gradually disappearing seems very familiar, but I don't want to remember it.
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