"Song Yunian, what are you waiting for?" Jiang Wangxun leaned against the wall of the convenience store, his arms folded around his chest, his back slightly leaning against the railing, and his jawline stretched into a handsome curve.
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"Nian Nian." He suddenly smiled and tapped the cold wall with his fingertips, "I have been waiting for you for three autumns."
Song Yunian tightened her grip on the strap of her bag suddenly, and looked up into the end of his smiling eyes. It turned out that he had heard what she said under the plane tree; it turned out that he had secretly hidden the notebook she had lost and taken it away.
The wind carried the aroma of oden cooking at the door of the convenience store, mixed with the faint smell of camellia on the boy's body. She heard her own heartbeat, which finally fell on the same frequency as his voice.
The girl's worries are answered at this moment
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"Nian Nian, marry me." Jiang Fanxun looked at her seriously. They had spent three autumns, and the secrets under the sycamore tree were buried over and over again. This time they finally discovered it.
"Okay." Song Yunian's eyes were red and she agreed with a smile.
Intention: A young man's secret love is never dramatic, but quietly takes over all her cautions and gives him a place to live.