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She died at the age of seventeen, on an ordinary morning. The sun is still shining brightly, the gardenias are still blooming, and the fans in the classroom are still squeaking. Her seat was empty, but it was as if she could still see her profile with her head down writing, could hear the song she was humming softly, and could feel the faint citrus fragrance on her body. Seventeen-year-old Wu Meng was stuck in that summer forever. Like an unfinished poem, like an unfinished painting, like an unfinished dream. Her youth is forever fixed at the most beautiful age, like a flower that never withers, blooming quietly in Wu Yue's memory. Life will eventually come to an end. Birth, old age, illness and death are the norm in the world. She died at the age of seventeen, in a morning when gardenias were blooming. She was very young at the age of seventeen, listening to the words of God and blooming her beautiful wings. They once had an agreement that they would be admitted to the same school together, but their youth was full of regrets and they failed to go to the same school in the end. Wu Yue originally thought that they would meet at the top three years later, but little did she know that it would become a cage that would trap her for many years. Wu Meng's separation became Wu Yue's heartache that could never be cured.