It's the letter J, and it's also the number ten.
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When she was seventeen or eighteen, Zhou Jiang used to imagine that if she became as dazzling as Jiang Yu, maybe one day he'd notice her.
But reality isn't a novel. There aren't that many long-awaited reunions or wishes come true, only regrets.
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All an unrequited lover has is ventriloquism, a stack of calendars that never runs out of pages to tear, and a count of days with no anniversaries to mark.
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Content warnings: 1. Bad ending. 2. Short story.
Theme: Zhou Jiang, stop pining for him. Remember to be brave just once.
