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    She thought, they still missed it after all.  In that rainy season.  The blurry rain tilts the messy memories all over the floor.

    Her hair is a little long.  Falling from the forehead.  I don't know when she started listening to sad songs.  Sitting barefoot on the balcony, the breeze outside the window was blowing on her face.

    A 25-story high-rise building.  Looking from the top down.  There is a trace of fear.  She was delighted by such a wonderful feeling.

    Her skin is alluringly white.  Like the milk that angels drink.  There was a bewitching dark red in the eyes.

    She is hiding in this house.  Quietly waiting for the flowers to bloom.

    No one could hear her cry.  That oppressive sadness.

    She exists like this.  in a certain way.

    It is not so easy to live in the world in the most comfortable posture.  Maybe not as good as a dog.

    While cursing the exploitation of the capitalists, he worked hard for them.

    After all, they missed it.  In the noisy sea of ??people.  A momentary heartbeat.  Continue to repeat the leaving over and over again.  Maybe there is a fear of losing before you have the urge to stay.  But the story has no end.  They are lost in the sea of ??people.

    I heard someone speak ill of me behind my back.  I didn't break it down.  The years have worn away my edges and corners.  I started to come to terms with reality.

    The 30-year-old I once imagined.  When I was on the verge of 30, I started to fear.  do you know?  I'm so afraid of getting old.

    I'm missing a lot of things.  Now even my heart is lost.  How much I want to be that heartless person, but the memory is still there.  It always reminds me of people and things I once cared about.

    I took an apprentice with me.  I wanted to teach her everything I knew.  She was my first apprentice.

    The first time I wrote a novel was in the third grade of elementary school.  I write very seriously.  But without success.

    The person I loved for the first time was not with me either.

    At the age of 19, I went to Shanghai for the first time.  First time on a train.  First time out.

    There will be many first times in life.  But I started to dread the first time.

    Countless times the starting point, when will it reach the end point.

    I am stuck here.  I'm afraid I'll be here forever.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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