Her attic is high, and there are only one or two hours of sunlight a day, which will filter in through the skylight...
During my study life, I always seemed to be listening to the continuous rain at night in the attic, which wetted my eyes year after year.
She didn't originally have much expectations for him. Like sunshine, occasional projections were not a bad idea.
Who knew there would be a lingering entanglement after such an encounter?
He has always taken control of his life, with clear goals and a passionate attitude.
I never imagined that there would be a wrong path like hers.
Only this time, is he sure he can find his own direction from the cross paths?
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