Six years.
Girls love boys. From the spring flowers blooming to the heavy snowfall, there are six full seasons.
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On my eighteenth birthday, the college entrance examination ended. The room was dark, and fireworks burst out from heart-shaped candles and scattered in all directions, dotted with stars.
Amidst the scattered birthday wishes, the girl made a wish, wishing him a bright future and peace every year. And, bye...
Intention: Everyone can be his or her own light~