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This is a secret love article! It is the author's true story. I don't know if we can be together in reality. Anyway, the setting of this article is that the male and female protagonists are not together. It is also writing out the future I imagined for him and me, because I think the chance of us being together is really low. I just want to write down what happened to him and me as a commemoration. Although the ending is regrettable, I still want to commemorate my lost youth. Because I'm still a student, I may update slowly. This is my first time writing an article. My writing style may not be good, so I may revise this article many times???? Except for the fixed content of this article, everything else is not fixed including the name of this article. I may have to think about it for a long time????

This book is a collection of the author's essays. From the perspective of a professional diplomat, the author records the devilish training in the military camp, the war-torn world, the American political party elections and various adventures at work during his tenure as a diplomat in the U. S. Federal government, as well as his life records, reading experiences, etc.

She was a fatherless orphan who was fostered in his family. When they first met, he angrily called her "little beggar!" He was a rich man from a family business. When they met again, she respected him as "Third Young Master!" She joined the army and fought hard to become a general for what she thought was her true love. When she returned three years later, he held her in his arms, and the thousands of words he said turned into murmurs of distress. The shadow of her childhood, her cold nature, her decisiveness and sharpness are all just her inferiority complex. If she could meet again, she would choose never to see him again. If he could meet again, he would choose to be gentle and gentle. It's just that there are never ifs in life. He is a enchanting, domineering, pampered, rich young man, and she is a foster orphan girl who has low self-esteem, is indifferent and is easily moved. He pressed forward step by step, and she retreated step by step. If life were just like the first time we met, he would say: "Yaya, love me."