When I met him, he was fifteen and I was fourteen, which was just the age of youth and unrestrained youth.
The first time we met, he took my hand and ran as fast as he could. He ran so fast. I always thought I wouldn't be able to keep up.
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Two years later, it was still the same road and the same two people. He insisted on missing it, but she was reluctant to let go.
No matter who he ends up with or who he marries as his wife, I have to thank him for giving me the thought of marrying someone for the first time when I was fifteen or sixteen.
All I can do now is to use a poor text to commemorate my regretful but beautiful youth, at least it will live up to the encounter.
A bit of a cruel youth campus novel
The author is too stupid to do that cover [crack]
Sand sculpture girl × evil academic master
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Purpose: commemorate youth