Years later, Yan Ming would still think of the scene when he met that person. Jianmei Xingmu was sitting at the table. He raised his head slightly after hearing the sound. His eyes were light, and for a moment, he could even see the sun flying out of the corners of his eyes. He raised his lips and smiled: "Hey, you are the one who made a big fuss on my chassis."
Yanming still feels that it is fate.
What cannot be broken down is fate.
Fantasy style, short story, four chapters. Explosive hair.
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