This is a true story of the sister of one of my classmates. She is a very slender girl, Pisces, and like me, she believes in divination and fate. She told me that actually at that time she really wanted to tell him that she loved him, but she didn't. She believed that this was fate and could not be changed by her. When she said this, her expression was very calm, and the heat of the coffee blurred her face. I remembered what she once said to me, God always gives you something and then takes it away, so don't get too deep into anything. Her expression at that time was the same as now, indifferent, but a little melancholy. I still remember that she said these words to persuade me to give up a novel that was very painful to write, loving, but painful. I think she must be like this now, definitely. I was twelve years old when I wrote this story. From today's point of view, the writing style is surprisingly immature. However, I didn't change a word. I thought it would be fine as long as I felt this way.
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