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Ten years ago, we made a promise. Ten years later, we met again.
The little chubby boy I knew has now become a dazzling campus heartthrob. I'm like a grain of sand, lost among all the girls.
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Memories are always mixed with things I'd rather not look back on. Back then, the only impression I left on people was one word: fat.
Once down and out and good for nothing, now solitary by nature. My physical shortcomings brought me plenty of trouble, but without them, I never would have met the person who knew how to appreciate me.
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It's been ten years. Would you still recognize me, Ling Xiaoxiao...?
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It's been ten years. Will I ever see you again, Qi Ye...?
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"How are you?"
That was the hopeful line I wrote in our shared diary.
"I'm fine."
I suppose those three words were the answer I hoped to hear.
