They don't know what the secret love of youth will be like, and how it will end in the end. They just like someone, and they won't think about it so much. When they meet again in a few years, they will still think of the person they have been dreaming about. That is their pursuit, a beam of light in their cracks, the only color in the desolate land.
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I will still miss you, Xue Mengqi.
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The scene of meeting again a few years later has been played in Jing Yu's mind countless times, but the fact is so cruel that he has to face it.
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I'm sorry for you, Xue Mengqi.
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The boy was no longer a boy, and he, who was no longer a boy, was determined to warm up the girl who was still in her boyhood.
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How are you? Xue Mengqi.
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She went abroad, he was kept in the dark, and everyone deceived him, so he thought everyone in the world was hateful. They are the murderers in his love with her, and they deprive him of his happiness.
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Hello, my name is Jing Yu.
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"How are you? I'm not good. I forgot you and who you are." What can she do. He was pressed down by a thousand pounds of iron. He loved her so much that he didn't have the courage to communicate with her with words of condolences.
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You ruined my Xiaoyu.
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This time, it was her who thought everyone in the world could be killed.
Intention: sadness