At the age of twenty-eight, she re-met the boy she had fallen in love with at the age of sixteen.
Facing the boy he once liked, he still held half a cigarette between his fingertips.
We have known each other for a long time, but it feels like we have never known each other before.
It seems like every time, I miss it.
"He is no longer the Fu Qingsi he was before, and I am no longer the Sen Yipao I used to be.
We frayed the red thread.
It's not that I don't like it anymore, it's just that I can no longer find us the way we used to be. "
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