Memory is like water poured into the palm of your hand. No matter you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will eventually flow cleanly from your fingers drop by drop.
But my memory of you, whether spread out or held tightly, has never changed. Because I love you. I love you deeply indeed.
This monologue that I will protect with my life is my last vow to you.
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This is a story about a relationship that was doomed to failure in my last article "Hibiscus"~~
... I suddenly lost the patience and feeling to update this article, so I decided to abandon it. Sorry ——by Lian Jin