(Short to medium stories, updated from time to time.)
February 5, 1980.
There is a bell tower between us.
He is the young master of the Fang family and lives in a gorgeous high-rise. And I was just a cigarette girl who could be seen everywhere on the street, living in a short slum house.
No one knows that we had a relationship a month ago.
Now, we should be beyond reach.
But every night, we would kiss on the top of the bell tower.
When the bell rang, it was spring time and we were strangers again.
Reading tips:
1. This is a short to medium story, with an ending of BE or OE (depending on your understanding).
2. The bell tower in the story is just a setting and does not exist in reality.
3. The background, location, and characters of this story are all fictitious. Some of the numerology content is just made up to fit the story. Please do not contact reality.
-The introduction is slightly revised and screenshots were taken on 2023.4.30-
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Purpose: We must cherish the last moment of every night
