The heart is still perfunctory, and I have already had a mirror in my heart, but I still want to deceive myself once.
Whether it was three years ago or now, I can't catch it. But I still want to write about the ending.
Others read abusive novels, you also want to see and ask for recommendations, I read this kind of novel, just say that this is the little girl thinking, childish, you are not interested.
For love emo is inevitable to experience in the process of growing up, just like the past disasters, in this process, we can better recognize ourselves, and even cut off the love thread.
What if you knew I was just using you as a substitute for someone else and helped me write this ending. What did April tell you?
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