The "I" in this story is based on a good friend of mine and a classmate in college. On that unforgettable Christmas Eve, I watched her call the boy, watched her teach the boy to chase girls, and watched her walk back to the opposite dormitory alone on a joyful Christmas Eve, and there was a cry from inside.
I suddenly wanted to write this story. The ending of the story is fictitious, but I hope that my good friend and my good classmate can really find someone she loves and loves her, who will be considerate of her, pamper her, and let her forget her sadness.
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