2027 Is the first year he confessed to her.
And she has loved him for eleven years.
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Every time I hear someone mention the years 1800 or 19,
Her eyes were full of distress and pity.
"Auntie, I don't want him to lose. He was bullied by someone else! Can you go back to China and find someone to help him with the lawsuit?"
"He is not an irrelevant person. I love him and I don't want to see him be forced to sacrifice or do things he doesn't like."
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"Baby, have you ever seen my concert when you were a child?"
He loved stroking her waist-length hair over and over again.
"Don't dare to look."
She leaned into the crook of his neck, as if her whole body was enveloped by the fragrance of cedar on his body.
"Why?"
He wondered.
"Because I'm afraid of quitting again and again."
She tilted her head and kissed his earlobe.
"Withdrawal? I seem to have the same emotion."
His hands rested on her slender waist.
"When you wake up from the dazzling light of exuberance, enthusiasm, and dazzling light, everyone in the game is reluctant to let go. Of course, including you."
She murmured softly, tickling threads into his ears.
"Then why do you have to watch every show now?"
He lowered his head and pressed her forehead against hers, holding her hand in front of her.
"Because after the carnival is over, everything is silent, and I can be held in your arms and slowly digest this grand love."
