"Chi Yi, is it sweet?" Sixteen-year-old Lin Jiayi asked him this for the first time, "Sweet, it must be sweet." The young man held a strawberry-flavored lollipop in his mouth against the light. Sugar was sweet, and so was she.
"Chi Yi, I hope you will think of me every time you eat strawberry-flavored candy. You'd better not forget me in this life."
"Stop talking nonsense." The boy's warm lips touched each other, and the sweet and sour strawberry flavor spread in their mouths, soft and lingering.
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"Lin Jiayi, is it sweet?" Eighteen-year-old Chi Yi stood in front of Lin Jiayi again. Lin Jiayi stood there for a long time, her head seemed to be on standby.
"Well... Long time no see."
Purpose: I would like to write this article to commemorate my passing youth, and hope that we will never be separated in the parallel world.
