Xie Yan and I met in the cold winter when we were 24 years old. It just so happened that we had a deep bond. It must have been destined by God.
Between us, it was like Klein blue meets burgundy red. The strong colors collided and created a grand spark, but in the end no trace was left.
I intertwined Klein blue and burgundy red to weave a worldly romance, a profound utopia hidden behind those sixpences.
The time and space background of the article is 2021
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Intention: Regret