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April and May are the best times of the year. It's March in spring, so to speak, there is still a slight chill after all, unlike today, when everything around you is like being immersed in a large vat of warm golden liquid. The trees on the street have turned green, and sunshine is flowing on every leaf. The trees are bright and the world is bright. However, the sky in Ling Hao's heart is already dark. He leaned numbly on the back of the seat, and the warm and light spring breeze blew in from the window, tickling his face like a fluffy powder puff, and like the air she blew on him, and like her slightly flaxen hair touching his forehead. He escaped. It's so ridiculous that the word "escape" is used between two people who love each other. Although he chose to leave quietly, he couldn't help but miss her.
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