[Anger, sadness, tears, loneliness, youth, love] [Dark Gothic Youth Literature] She began to lose sight of his eyes again, and the huge shadow blocked her inquiring sight. Only a low and resentful voice echoed in my ears: "Xia Ai, seventeen short years have passed by in a blink of an eye, and now I am leaving. From now on, you will slowly forget me, and you will never remember my appearance, or the troubles and happiness I brought to you..."
