I remember the profile of his face, the bridge of his nose, his drooping bangs, the broken hair on his temples, his pursed lips, his bowed back, and his black school uniform pants with rolled up trouser legs. In my mind at that time, it meant eternity.
Intention: growth and escape
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Great! This feeling of secret love is really like thousands of ordinary and extraordinary secret loves in real life!
Great! This feeling of secret love is really like thousands of ordinary and extraordinary secret loves in real life!