When winter came, Mingche stood at the door of the public toilet and kissed Soma. When the aunt who was cleaning the toilet came out, she awkwardly moved from the women's room to the men's room. Su Ma was surprised at her concentration at that moment. Gong Hai's delicate face did not pass through her mind. What invaded her mind overwhelmingly was Ming Che's Xinjiang pancake-like face, but extremely gentle. Mingche tightly held Su Ma's cold hand that had just been washed and stuffed it into his warm chest. This action was surprisingly similar to Gong Hai's. But what was different was the unchanging expression on his face. Not even too many words, just a simple action, as simple as holding a cup of soy milk. But Su Ma gradually got used to it. No longer chasing the passionate love that was lost in the years, but began to be seriously obsessed with a thing called love that was laid out in the track of the years.
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