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Twenty-three-year-old Xu Qiao accidentally opened an excerpt from her high school days one afternoon in autumn when she was packing her luggage for moving.
The sun was shining just right, and scattered light filtered in through the window, hitting the line of words written in the center of the leaf without any bias.
Xu Qiao smiled softly, with a gentle look on her face. She rubbed her index finger over the old paper, and her tears fell straight on the lines that looked like the girl's serious handwriting, stroke by stroke.
That was actually the epitome of the flying youth that she would always miss.
Throughout her entire girlhood, she had loved someone so seriously.
Xu Qiao curled her lips unconsciously, and then picked a flower from the vase. The apricot petals became a bookmark, and she clamped it on the first page of the book.
She half-closed her notebook, got up and walked out.
The window was probably not closed tightly, and the wind passed through the gap. The notebook was spread out on the table, and the apricot flower was blown up, covering a moon symbol drawn with a blue pen, which was casual and chic.
Xu Qiao stood at the bottom of the building. The man beside her bent down and looked at her with a smile, quiet and beautiful.
Xu Qiao took two steps forward, hooked his little finger with her little hand, and said softly:
"Xu Yuelin."
"Huh?"
Xu Qiao thought silently in his heart.
It doesn't matter if you come a little late, it doesn't matter if you go the wrong way.
Fortunately, she got a response.
--"Every time people look at the moon from now on, there will be a distant response." --"The Death of Li Bai"
--"[Moon]"
*Xu Yuelin xyl little moon
*Secret Love Article
Intention: Thank you for always being him.
