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"Shu Yang, I think... You can remember me." The dim neon light floated on the rooftop, covering the young man's thin shoulders. The shadow of the peaked cap covered his face, making his expression invisible. The weak light of the mobile phone illuminated his tears extremely clearly. Shen Zeye loved Shu Yang, but he didn't say it and never dared to think about it. The love of youth cannot be said to be very mature, but it is young and thick...