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... Wei’s reflection in the glass ahead.
The headphones he hadn’t taken off still played Eason Chan’s "Ten Years": "Ten years ago, I didn’t know you, you didn’t belong to me. We were still the same, accompanying a stranger by their side, walking through gradually familiar streets. Ten years later, we are friends, we can still greet each other, but that kind of tenderness no longer finds reasons to embrace, lovers inevitably becoming friends..."
He stared blankly, thinking perhaps his ...
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