When she was seventeen or eighteen years old, she asked: "Have you ever liked me?"
He replied: "No, I don't even know what I like."
When he was twenty-three or twenty-four, he said, "I seem to be on the road to liking you."
She said: "Stop it now, we won't be able to get along."
Time flies, six years have passed.
I thought it was over but it never started, I thought it was started but it never ended.
In the end, who is chasing whose return, and who is looking forward to whose stay? ?
Will young life be defeated by youthful mistakes? ?
This article is a maiden work and is not satisfactory, so those who are interested can take a look at it.
The new pit in the series of broken mirrors and reunions - the wind in Moon Bay, welcome to click on the picture to enter
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