The young man smiled softly, spread out the girl's left hand, his eyebrows were lowered, his expression was solemn and serious, the light and shadow danced in those dark blue eyes, the young man used his fingertips to write 'I like you' on the girl's hand.
He held her hand, placed a fist on his heart, and swore word for word, "I give my heart to you, Lihua."
Warning: The author's short stories have all kinds of crap endings, and he often likes to play love at first sight.
Another: Sorry, I can only write about girls with warm oil type QAQ
Blind Craftsman = Blind Female Craftsman, that's it.
Happy birthday Wei An Jiang.
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