"That fall was no different than usual, but there was something different about that fall."
"Every time I meet him, it's like the throbbing of love. Every time my eyes meet, it's like the maple leaves growing wildly in autumn."
The boy always likes to wear a white T-shirt and a black mask, which makes him stand out in the crowd and can be seen at a glance. However, Zhang Xingyuan's liking is only so embarrassing and insignificant. Maybe it's embarrassing, maybe it doesn't matter, maybe it should be like this. Zou Mo looked here and felt that it looked very eye-catching, but turned around and walked back. Maybe it was because the sun was too dazzling, and tears fell unconsciously, as if telling the end of them. This secret love finally came to an end when the maple leaves were red. Their relationship shouldn't be so unwilling, but it can't change the ending arranged by God. Maybe this is fate...
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