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Why did that diary fall into his hands?
Cheng Yan's scalp felt numb just thinking about it.
"Why did you draw me? And draw me like that."
Speaking of which, Cheng Yan has never had good luck in her life.
The bad luck happened one after another, and I couldn't get rid of it.
"Actually, I almost gave up. I know you're too young, and I'm not a good person either."
How could he think so?
Judging from this tone, it's not just because of age.
You are not bad at all.
You know, you are very kind to me, like a beam of light, giving me the courage I never had before.
Cheng Yan nestled in his arms and breathed out lightly without saying a word.
Song Yi hugged her and spoke in a low voice, especially tenderly.
"But your diary fell into my hands."
Cheng Yan blushed when she heard this, twisted in his arms, and couldn't help but want to roll her eyes.
Song Yi held her face and forced her to raise her head to look at him.
"Look, isn't this overturned?"
"What are you doing..."
"I really can't let you go. I'm very sure about this. I even like the words you write. The words are beautiful, and so are the paintings. They are all very beautiful."
