"I love you, but I can't face you anymore."
Fifteen-year-old Li Qiuyao clicked the send button with trembling hands. I took another handful of medicine and took advantage of the sweetness of the milk to drink it without hesitation.
Fifteen-year-old Qiao Zhenyuan frowned while listening to the class in the classroom, always feeling that he had forgotten something.
Li Qiuyao's memo contained this paragraph.
"I feel like I'm about to die. Will they let me go only if I die? Please, just treat me as if I have never been in this world. People I love, don't feel sorry for me."
And "Qiao Zhenyuan, I love you, but I can't love you anymore. Let's fall in love again in the next life, okay?"
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