Unbridled imagination weaves memories, but your face gradually becomes blurry. Is it because the memories are fading or because you are blinded by tears?
I can't help but miss you, so you live in my writing, and every word fills the gaps in my memory.
Then, you slowly no longer look like "you", and I don't seem to think of you anymore.
If memories alone cannot retain the sour love in this corner, then I choose to start over.
Start by getting to know you, getting to know you, rather than looking at others through you.
"Let's get acquainted again. Hello, classmate X, my name is Jiang Han, and we will be classmates from now on!"
Since then, our new story begins...
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Rookie author, please cook something you like, Haihan O_o
If you don't like your friends, just leave quietly. Don't feel sad if you don't know.
Intention: I always think of you suddenly.
