I stood in the rain for a long time that day, struggling many times in my heart, and a few words came to my mind: Jiang Zhihuai, I don't like you anymore. But when I saw you again, and saw the person nestled in your arms, I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and I had an indescribable feeling. The so-called letting go was just self-deception. Suddenly I stopped complaining, and the complaints came and went. It was only myself that trapped me.
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