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On that hot summer day, Xu Suinian met a young man. The wind from the central air conditioner in the coffee shop's leisure area was blowing gusts, but she still blushed. Xu Suinian's heart was shaking like a deer. When she looked up, she saw herself reflected in the young man's eyes.
——If love is a continuous autumn rain, memories will always remain in the wet rainy season.
Little Sun×Flower of the High Mountain
Intention: Grow up well
