There is such a girl, her name is baby, baby's baby, baby's baby, a genuine baby.
But she is not happy, not happy, and not anyone's favorite.
She is an unloved baby.
She longed to be loved so much that she couldn't forget the little boy who made a promise to her, even though it was such a fragile promise.
In the end, she didn't become his treasure.
She left, her back looking strong and determined.
She has no nostalgia or reluctance.
After all, to her, family ties, flesh and blood, and oaths of eternal love are as unreliable as floating clouds. As for friendship, the so-called close friends at home are neighbors across the world. Friendship that cannot transcend the barriers of time and space may not be worth waiting for. What can't she let go of?
She left, with sad stubbornness.
She is always just her own baby.
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