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Love, hate, and hatred are turbulent. Is it love that gives rise to hate, or hate that gives rise to love?

So I followed your example and lived through the spring, summer, autumn and winter without you.

When the nineteenth tide overflows the breakwater, the boy's promise finally becomes an old scar that cannot be healed. "Yu Su, you broke your promise."

"Wei Jinsheng, life is endless, Shengsheng is endless." "Wei Jinsheng, you said that we should all go on better." "You lied." "Zhang Youhe, I wish you happiness."

Jiang Qiao and Wei Ci met in the grand youth, but the flowers belonging to their story withered in late summer...