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... taxi had disappeared into the traffic, Gu Yusheng fumbled a cigarette out of his pocket and with shaking hands struggled to light it.
A breeze blew at him after he inhaled his first drag, and the smoke he blew out immediately enveloped him, making his eyes suddenly become red.
The cafe behind him was repetitively playing that same song. For the fourth or fifth time he was hearing the lyric, “The best part of my life was when I met you.”
Back in high school, Gu Yusheng had been ...
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