Zhang Yun has always liked him since the first year of high school. He likes him so much that he blushes and his heart beats at a loss, he likes him so much that he bursts into tears, and he likes him so much that his heart breaks. But he doesn't like Zhang Yun. He has always had a crush on him. His best friend said that such a silent liking is simply not his style. A lively and cheerful person like him can also become gloomy when he likes someone.
Best friends often say, if you don't like him anymore, how can he be good enough for you? Zhang Yun just laughs it off, maybe he is not good enough for him. He likes women, but he can never be a woman, so he will never be good enough for him.
After graduating from high school, they lost contact. They were not very good friends in the first place, but they were completely broken off like this. However, when he dreamed back at midnight, he would still think of him. When they met by chance in the city where he went to college, he ignored the Mercedes-Benz vehicles and jumped out of the car and rushed in front of him. He kept wiping his tears and said regardless of the consequences, I like you, I like you, I like you...
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