On my twenty-seventh birthday, I got divorced.
With the boy I had a crush on for twelve years.
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"Hello, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Yu Qiu, for example, Yu, harvest autumn."
"After all these years, you still haven't changed."
My fate with him began with an oolong, met again on a blind date, and ended with the echo of his secret love.
His secret love gave him a response, but my secret love lost to his secret love.
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I am glad that I can marry him, but I also regret that I married him.
Short story/first person/be
Intention: After many years of secret love, Qingmei looks back
