"But I only have one summer."
"What are you afraid of? Me too."
Later, every summer, Jiang Fu would think of City B in the rainy season, which was sultry, humid, and often topped by dark clouds. The tropical fruits sold at the night market stalls were all sweet, but she chose the lime.
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An article about love at first sight where appearance is justice.
Summer limited love.
Practice writing and try to finish it this summer.
Intention: Long live summer