After staying up all night, she read a BE short story in Jinjiang while holding her computer and wearing headphones while looping Lan Xinyu's "Reflection". She couldn't help but cry. She crumpled the tissues into balls and threw them on the ground. She went to take a bath in this morning filled with the aroma of basil. The sentence in the lyrics came to mind again: "I couldn't see clearly and thought it was love."
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