In the boring work, I, Xing, and Qing, I gave us many endings. This one is the only one that made me cry. There is such a sentence in a song at the end - same number, reversed ending! No one can predict their own future. Maybe what I write down is the one destined by fate.
I am Bingyi, and I wrote this story from the position of a star. Maybe I thought too much when I wrote it. Anyway, I felt very uncomfortable after writing it...
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