In his peripheral vision, there was always Jichuan's figure.
It's the eyes that secretly glance towards the window in class, the pace that is deliberately slowed down after school, and the thoughts of a young man that cannot be locked in the diary.
When Bingshan Jichuan shed all his coldness, he realized that in his peripheral vision, he could only pretend to be Xu Chen.
"Can you let me squeeze into your life?"
"I have reserved a place for you a long time ago."
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