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Seventeen years old, the whole youth is condensed in that girl's white ward, condensed in that boy's one person between the eyebrows. I pulled the curtains in the ward open, and the sunlight spread down on her, like a shy and delicate flower. Everyone knew I was in love with Ji Ming. At seventeen years old, I was on a path of retreat about love. But I felt myself, incomparably happy.