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Memories came flooding in like a flood, wrapping up reality in bundles. In the interweaving between reality and memory, it made Chen Jiahe wish he was dead. He sat on the sofa with his eyes looking lifeless as he stared at a certain part of the office.

Remembering the day when Yan Zirong stayed at her coming-of-age ceremony, that day when the sun was shining and everything seemed so beautiful