Grandpa's five hundred bills, the Sunflower painting, and the beret—these three simple things carried the entire life of Clover.
She was a child who did not know how to express sorrow. All her grievances and pain were swallowed silently into her heart as she embarked alone on that long and lonely journey, heading toward the pursuit of the sun.
No person could truly understand how Clover had managed it. Even though her life was recorded in the notebook, it was nothing more than a few understated strokes on paper.
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