A fantasy-like incomplete redemption of an imperfectly melancholic girl and an imperfectly careless boy.
__When her eyes were dim, the sun crossed the horizon and rushed into the dark and silent alley. It was no longer there, and she was finally able to see the world clearly.
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"Knead everything evenly and apply it on the palm of your hand... From now on, you will be your own sun, and wherever you go, it will be warm."
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Fu Hansang held her shoulders with his hands, and his beautiful eyes were intertwined with hers again, but they were tainted with anger. His voice was neither loud nor quiet, seemed angry, seemed puzzled, but also had a sour nasal tone: "Wen An'an, they don't want you, I want you! What's the saying of 'deep in the quagmire with nothing to aspire to', even if you are deep in the quagmire, I will clean it for you and put it on the bedside! If you fall into the River Styx, I will fish it out for you!"
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She stared at the line of words in the notebook for a long time, then calmed down, crossed it out silently, and hesitated for a moment.
Change it to: "When I lower my eyes and secretly feel sad, the warm sun shines in front of me."
--Separating line--
It's really clumsy, I can't forgive you.
Intention: I was born at the wrong time and in the wrong place, but it happened to be you.