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In the heroine's world, "love" is a dangerous spontaneous combustion substance that can subvert the world~
Each of the newly developed "likes" reproduced bravely and independently. During the tense process of cell division, terrorist spontaneous combustion elements suddenly invaded. They resisted and finally could not withstand the bombardment. Explosions were staged every minute, full mushrooms bloomed, and the clouds of fire in the sky turned red. After the destruction comes another sunny day, and the world starts over again, returning to the beginning without love.
It is easy to like someone, and it is not difficult to fall in love with someone.
"Love" to me is like a dream, but sometimes it's as real as yesterday. Come to think of it, I just accidentally forgot "love".
In fact, it is not about how bumpy the heroine's love life is or how cruel the reality is. All these evils are mainly because the heroine is too weird, a good student and an artistic young woman who is neither dull nor stupid. How can she be so stubborn about "love"? How can she talk about love as a child who doesn't even know what she likes!
My mother slapped her legs and yelled, "They say you are older at the age of three and older at the age of seven. You little brat, I was so defensive about early love back then. Oh, why did I look at you wrong!" Shouldn't I regret it~
The friend was heartbroken and said, "If I had known, I would have brought you with me on every date. Even if you are a light bulb, you can learn a lot if you look at it more..."
(Ah – okay! I admit it! I can't write copy!)