My high school life was dull. There was no vigorous campus love in novels, nor was there any simple and beautiful secret love. Like ordinary students, my three years were filled with test papers and endless courses. The only relaxing period in school was after evening self-study and I felt the breeze with the fragrance of flowers blowing across my face. I was curious about the flower that gave me the fragrance, but I would not stop for her.
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