Sadness is like a continuous spring rain, there is always a fog that cannot be wiped away.
Lin Jiyuan's silence is just like her life, as if she was born to be pessimistic.
"A Yuan, when I met you, I seemed to know the goal I longed for..."
The meeting of two people is like leading a lost person to find the true path, and then leave in a hurry.
"Zhou Qi, I love you, don't meet me again in your next life..."
The fog will never dissolve after all.
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