She is a mist, and he is the one who catches the mist.
Everyone in Beijing West No. 7 Middle School knew that Mo Daiyi was used to being idle and didn't care about anything.
First in grades, many friends, rich and prestigious family, and a large social circle.
Until the top spot in the grade was occupied by a transfer student.
Lin Wuzhe.
People with names like hers are hazy and cold.
There is a mole under his eyes, and his smile is pure as hell, but there is clearly a knife hidden in those eyes.
Mo Daiyi began to pay attention to her, quietly and restrainedly, like a hunter hiding his steps.
But he didn't know that the more you try to catch something like fog, the faster it dissipates.
Little did he know that she was better at hiding than he was.
Later, everyone in the circle knew that Mo Daiyi had dated many girlfriends, and they were very sweet.
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