Chapter 30
We have felt inferior, been consumed by inner turmoil; timid admirers have hidden their feelings over and over again.
The fireworks of eighteen faded silently in the depths of the heart.
Later, my long dress fluttered gracefully, yet it just happened that when I arrived, it was not spring.
It doesn’t matter. Endure through the harsh winter, and we will always greet a radiant spring.
Beneath the spring light, someone will accompany you to watch the sunset and the stars emerge.
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