The wind in this sad season is slightly cool, but in this beautiful season I only remember you and your cool fingertips. Shen Jiazi, do you still remember the way you smiled when we met? ——Ye Qianqian
Ye Qianqian two years ago would never have imagined that she would be as decadent as she is now. She stood on the section of the Great Wall where he had been, standing where he had stood before, and still shouted out the name that had been buried in her heart for a long time, Shen Jiazi. You might as well remember it, remember how good he was. Life is still so long and I am still so young, but I believe I will never meet such a good person again. He leaned against the wall and squatted down. The tears that I had endured for a long time and tried my best to hide still fell, and the drops turned into ice. The tears that should have been shed two years ago were long overdue. I still think of that clean and simple boy and the girl with flying skirt. But the best young man in his life was long gone.
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