"Jiang Ye, didn't you say you liked me and put the ring on me with your own hands?"
The endless chirping of cicadas, the endless summer
But Jiang Can's A Ye will always stay under the ginkgo tree at the entrance of No. 1 Middle School
Jiang Can's love was buried on that snowy Christmas and never saw the light of day again.
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Intention: "The road must be moved forward, and people should look toward the future."