Xu Yao remembers Meng Yao who was 16 or 17 years old. He was timid, spoke little, always lowered his head, and had no sense of existence at all.
This kind of girl is like the summer wind, disappearing before he can feel it properly, and should not leave any trace in his life.
——If they don't meet again.
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Meng Yao had done few bold things in his life.
Falling in love with someone from the age of sixteen to the age of twenty-two is one of them.
The love exhaled that summer finally heard an echo in the future.
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