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I'm willing to give up the youthful and frivolous days for you Don't worry about so-called wandering or far away places anymore I just want to sing this love song slowly beside you … Later, Zhao Weidu never experienced the wind of March with Lin Yi, nor did she hear the rain of June. No matter how beautiful the scenery in September was, she, Zhao Weidu, would not look up. Only late at night was the release of freedom. She could finally enjoy loneliness. Thinking of Lin Yi and that frivolous young man, she had never loved anyone else. Intention: None