The Milky Way is like a dream, the Magpie Bridge like a poem, and the tenderness of Qixi gently flows in the night sky. On past Qixis, I felt like a wounded little bird, curled up in a lonely nest, silently licking my wounds. Looking at the happy couples in my friend circle, my heart is filled with bitterness, as if I have been abandoned by the world in a corner.
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The Milky Way is like a dream, the Magpie Bridge like a poem, and the tenderness of Qixi gently flows in the night sky. On past Qixis, I felt like a wounded little bird, curled up in a lonely nest, silently licking my wounds. Looking at the happy couples in my friend circle, my heart is filled with bitterness, as if I have been abandoned by the world in a corner.
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