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... rson she first saw and fell in love with was never him.
—Epigraph.
A gust of cold night wind swept up the white curtains, adding a hint of desolation and gloom to the quiet night.
Lin Qingqian stared transfixed at the phone as if she was in a state of meditation. The white glow radiating from the screen made her face look slightly pale.
"Lin Qingqian, happy birthday."
When the final seconds ticked down into 00:00, she put down her phone, stuffed the last o ...
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