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When he was fifteen years old, Chen Zhile stood at the door of the piano classroom and peeked at Zhou Yiman's back as he played the piano.
The boy, dressed in clean white clothes, had his back to her, out of reach.
After that, she peeped at him in the crowd, pretending to pass by him casually, giving him a cold look when he met him, and quietly looking back behind him, all filled with her obscure thoughts.
Time passed and took away her light.
In the endless darkness, she murmured to herself, "I will never look back."
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At the age of twenty-three, in the piano classroom, Chen Zhile lost his awkwardness and became elegant.
The person beside him was still dressed in white, his face was full of fatigue and vicissitudes of life, his peach blossom eyes were bloodshot, and the ends of his eyes were red. He was extremely humble, "Chen Zhile, I regret it."
Intention: We will eventually let go, have no regrets about the past, and have no fear of the future
