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"Ding Lanyin, do you still remember what you looked like when you were sixteen?" A deep and hoarse voice suddenly sounded beside my ear. The voice was obviously very close, but I felt it came from a very far away place, with endless sadness, like the wind in winter, blowing on the heart and making people feel pain .
I looked at the light blue sky, my eyes narrowed into a line, and the shadow beside me seemed to become a scene, so unreal.
What does sixteen-year-old Ding Lanyin look like?
