Xiaowan always remembers that he was always standing behind her, looking up as a habit.
But at that time, she didn't care and never cared.
Then, after a long time.
Missed, lost, drifting away, like two parallel lines.
Only then did I realize that I was destined to stop moving forward thousands of times and never want to look back.
It's not that it's not suitable.
It's just that she was born with a bad temperament.
Short story, no more than 1,000 words.
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