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Touch
Even with the sun, winter comes.
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I WAS USED to being alone.
In fact, I preferred it for a very long time. With my father’s tutelage, I have come to accept the fact that I would not have a life that is like the people around me.
“You are a ticking bomb, Mira. We do not know what you are capable of yet. Forgive me, dear. Father is trying.”
I could remember my father’s face when he was trying to make me feel better but he could not just touch me. His hands were reaching but hesitant, face evidently showing t*****e written from the eyes to his sagging lips.
He would stay up all night, trying to understand every book he reads, just so he could help me. Despite all these, he would never tell.
And as I stared at the blended soft and hard features of Mr. Yuan in his w
