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"Jiang Yugu." The writing was sharp and the writing was neat. These three words became the beginning of everything. "Sister, she looks familiar. She seems to have seen her somewhere before." Many years later, Chen Dongmian, who was running away in a hurry, collided with Jiang Yugu in a dark alley, and their casual conversation revealed the cause and effect. "Chen Haohe?!" "I'm sorry, my name is Chen Dongmian, the winter of winter, the cotton of cotton." Is there something hidden behind this unexpected refusal to recognize each other? Waiting, rushing, crossing, looking back, who is saving whom?

Dear Little Sun: Seeing words is like meeting each other. In fact, I miss you very much, but I know it is not suitable for us to meet again. Here I wish you always be brilliant and always high-spirited. Leave it at that. ? ? ? --Yellowing note with blurred signature