When I was seventeen
Xie Chunshan was lying on the narrow bed, staring blankly at the yellowed and moldy ceiling. He put his still warm hand to his nose. It smelled of the same shampoo as his, and the restlessness in his heart was soothed.
"Grow your hair long"
"Later, it's not convenient now"
It wasn't until the age of twenty-seven that Xie Chunshan caught the broken hair on the back of Ling Yifei's head
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Faced with Xie Chunshan's retreat, Ling Yifei, who had been patient, exploded, but his pure love did not gain Xie Chunshan's courage.
"Do you know how I paid for my college tuition? It's not just women..."
"Stop talking!!!"
The sharp thorn between the two of them finally became deeper and deeper.
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While that beam of light warmed Xie Chunshan, it also constantly reminded him of how unbearable he was.
Redemption
Not clean
Purpose: To spend one's life healing oneself