In the spring of that year, I met him. He was an introverted child. His depression was no different from normal children. I didn't have any friends so I got to know him. He said he liked spring very much.
Lu Qianyu: Spring is here, I like spring
Lin Caixing: Spring is beautiful, little Yanzi, you should be the one I like
Lu Qianyu: My father passed away and I was born in spring. What does it feel like to like someone?
Lin Caixing: It's a bit hard to describe what it feels like to like someone. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. You are so beautiful.
Lu Yuqian: I like you, I feel like you are like spring
Lin Cai
Lu Yuqian: Okay, I love you too, so every spring
Meet under this cherry blossom tree.
Lin Cai
Lu Yuqian: Liar, he said he wanted to meet
I have never missed an appointment with him. When I died in the spring of this year, I died on my eighteenth birthday. I died on the day I agreed with him. I died in this spring.
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