I won't write this article anymore, beautiful things may not be beautiful when you are close to them.
The protagonists in the article should never have met in the first place.
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In the small town of Jiangnan, the sky was overcast, and it seemed that it would turn completely dark in the next moment. I was drunk in the ink, and heard the pot fall down with a thud.
Recalling a similar evening a few years ago, she walked around in a circle holding the long pole of a street lamp and tilted her head and smiled.
At this moment, I could finally admit that I too longed to have her.
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She is always so eccentric, coming and going as she pleases.
I stretched out my hand, unable to hold the wind blowing in my face. Of course, I never thought she would stay by my side.
As long as I paused for a moment, allowing me to catch a glimpse of her beauty, I had achieved what I wanted.
Intention: Everything that passes is a prologue.