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<p> Memories are like the air; love is the distance between two cities [referring to Karen Mok's song]. This is not fictional love story, but the story of your own first love, so pure that it makes one in envy of your youth. Such an innocent love makes us constantly look back at a time that is bright and precious. </p> <p> Back then, high schooler Zhang Yuan stared at her arrogantly. "Little miss, look up. Let Master, I, look at you carefully." Back then, Zhang Yuan bashfully dodged He Luo's claws. "Now you're already my person, whether you're flat or round, isn't it all mine?" Back then, Zhang Yuan stood for 18 hours to come to Beijing. Travel-worn, he said, "You lazy girl, did you just wake up?" Back then, Zhang Yuan handed He Luo photos of her home(?). "I thought you would be the madam of the house." </p> <p> So effortless, so brave, so proud, even the last tear was filled with warmth. Thus, we refuse to grow old, like picking up a book and reading it over and over again. Thus, before we grow old, please savour this book, as if savouring memories of our own youth. </p>
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