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I dreamed of him again. Every time I wake up, my heart and hair are tight. I am angry and miss him. How come after so many years, I can't even remember your appearance. You can still run into my dream. The expression of indifference and invisibility is really engraved in my mind I was young and ignorant that year. Now I'm an older leftover girl, blind date? Impossible, choose love on the spot? No, I can't do it.