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The road to growth must be full of thorns! ! !
The setting sun passes through the sycamore branches and leaves, and the light and shadow fall on the shoulders. Jiang Yu lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes hiding the emotions in his eyes, which were as quiet as a gentle but distant painting. No one knew that under her calm eyes, there was already a heartbeat that no one knew about. But will this love be supported in the most perfect way?
Intention: young and ignorant