Gu Xianxian was drunk on the sofa. Pictures kept flashing in her mind. It seemed like a dream, but it was not a strong light. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes. The familiar scene. The desk of Class 7 was still messy. Lin Sisi was still chirping. Xianxian, everything was back to my youth. Lin Beimo, Class 7, I'm back!
Beimo Xianxian
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This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
