Jiang Weixi didn't know if she could choose to do it again, would she still wait for Xu Yanqing persistently and firmly?
In his heart, there always seemed to be more important things than her. Exams, studies, going abroad, friends, any option could be ranked in front of her.
The boy who was full of love for her whom she met for the first time during the rainy season at the age of seventeen seemed to exist only in her heart, but the dampness left after the rainy season soaked the rest of her life.
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"If it happened again, would I choose to meet you? The rainy season when I was seventeen years old was very long, long enough to cover a person's life. Those episodes of skipping classes, rebellion, and showing off, those days of crying and laughing, those once vivid proofs have now faded and faded in memory. I am the gravekeeper of memories."
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Young Xu Yanqing's wet sweater hood was dripping with water, but he tilted his umbrella toward her and said, "Jiang Jiang, there may be countless of us in the parallel universe getting wet."
At this moment, twenty-six-year-old Jiang Weixi suddenly saw clearly that in the reflection of the convenience store freezer, the black umbrella held by her mother was like a gloomy mushroom cloud, casting cracks between them.
"Auntie is right." The collar of his school uniform was still stained with sweat from running. "We really shouldn't..." The cicada chirping suddenly became sharp, "But can you stop avoiding me?"
"Jiang Jiang, can you give me another chance? I only love you."
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Intention: Life is already very tiring, I don't want to make do with love
