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Categories: words and feelings
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Xu Yao remembers the sixteen or seventeen year old Meng Miao, timid, few words, always lowered her head, not the slightest sense of existence. Such a girl was like the wind in summer, disappearing before she could feel it properly, and by definition would not have left half a trace in his life. If they hadn't reunited. -Meng Myrtle had barely done a few bold things in her life. Having a crush on someone from the age of sixteen to twenty-two was considered one of them. That...