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That summer seemed like a dream, an extremely real dream. Many years later, there was a smell in my house. I searched for a long time but couldn't find the reason. Until a certain moment, I discovered that it was the moldy dream hidden in the pillow, as well as my rotten ideals and love. I searched under the bed and found a corpse, which turned out to be my young self. Dividing line---------------- In 2019, Huaguo, Qian Province, Qingzhen City. Peng Lingling: "Li Mu" doesn't the little white hair on my head look bad? Li Mu: Does my dress look good? Li Mu: What do you like? Do you like purple, um, or green? Peng Lingling said carelessly at the side; the bright moonlight shone on the two of them, stretching their shadows...