Fang Qingyuan closed her eyes. Fu Jiaheng had always been elusive behind her eyes, stirring up a thousand waves in her heart, so turbulent that she never knew what to do. She said: "I owe you, so I will never deserve to enjoy your kindness."
In Fu Jiaheng's eyes, Fang Qingyuan is always as crystal clear and pure as the clear spring flowing down from the Tianshan Mountains. Even if it is bumpy along the way, it will eventually merge into the bone-blue sea and water his heart. He replied: "Just because you owe me, I want you to make up for it in your lifetime."
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What makes me most regretful is this sentence: This may be Goose's last full-length novel in JJ!
Why not keep writing? There are not many people who can tell a good story these days.
I have watched the IDs I like one after another in Jinjiang gradually become silent, and now I have to add you.
How sad.
What makes me most regretful is this sentence: This may be Goose's last full-length novel in JJ! Why not keep writing? There are not many people who can tell a good story these days. I have watched the IDs I like one after another in Jinjiang gradually become silent, and now I have to add you. How sad.
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