In the third year after Xie Jianian became famous, someone dug up a cover of a single he sang when he was a student.
In the blurry picture, the young man has a handsome figure, lowered eyebrows and narrowed eyes, holding a guitar and singing softly——
"She doesn't love me. She's too cold when holding hands and not close enough when hugging."
"I know she doesn't love me. Her eyes tell her heart. I see through her heart..."
Xie Jianian always knew that Yu Xing didn't love him.
Every mid-night, the body and skin are wrapped around each other, and passion abounds.
She stared from above, her eyes touching the bottom of his eyes, which were still cool.
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