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She was sitting on the rooftop, her eyes dull and full of tears, raising her head, as if she was looking at the stars, but she knew that she was thinking of him, she was thinking of him who was so gentle to everyone, she was thinking of him who protected her behind him, who never cared about her at all times, she didn't know how she could fall in love with him like this, was it God's will? Still a disaster. She laughed self-deprecatingly, lowered her head, wiped away her tears, and said: Isn't it just a secret love? I can do it. As long as it's you, I can do it. Years later, she doesn't know where she got the courage that night, or whether she would have made that decision if she had known how painful the process was. The secret love that lasted for seven years ended when he said "marry me". It ended completely. My secret love has an end and my love has responded. Because I know that the road is far away, I don't want to look at you on the other side, nor do I want to be indefinite.

The relationship she had with him had no result but a process. In the end, the two of them broke up on the phone. That night, she cried and wrote him a short composition. And that night, he responded to her with a short composition at five o'clock. She looked at the short composition and wanted to laugh, but she couldn't. What she wanted to laugh about was that he wrote him a short composition, but she couldn't. The reason why he couldn't laugh was that he even remembered his birthday incorrectly, as well as the promise he made at that time - a 22-second voice message, but he remembered it as 23 seconds. It is definitely impossible to say that his heart does not hurt.