This story was written five years ago. Looking at it now, I find that I really like words like Chen and snow. Maybe I'm too tired to think of names, so the names in my stories are all similar. Unfortunately, my memory is also very poor. I can't remember the content of the story without looking back. Many things are similar. But I wrote it at a different time.
I can't think of a name for this story either, so I'll leave it at that.
——Qiao Jie (other pen names: Qiao Qiao, Rouxue Youhan, Yan Ziyou)
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