Su Mo remembered the sky at that time. He tried to open his eyes and saw the blue corner outside the cracked car glass, but his heart ached slightly from the rapid breathing behind him. There is a long queue of cars rear-ending on the highway. It was summer, and Su Mo felt hot when he faced the group of people in the ward. The doctor said he needed to slowly remember the past.
His watch always stopped at that time. 4:50 P. M. His long-dead love finally died.
The love of teenagers, BL Xiang, Qingshui~~
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