Yan Ying didn't answer, she just rolled up the car window and looked out the window. The shadows of trees retreating rapidly outside the car window seemed to have turned into Qiu Zhoutong's tall figure. Yan Ying thought to herself: He has lost weight...
She didn't know if she was really hallucinating. Yan Ying listened to the wind whistling by her ears, which seemed to be Qiu Zhoutong's voice. She heard him say: "The girl in the painting is you, and that hand is mine. I wave to you to ask you to wait for me!"
"I always feel that even though you don't like me now, as long as I work hard, you will one day be moved by me and see my existence!"
"Yan Ying, I miss you! I'm almost going crazy thinking about you!"
"I said I would get along with you like an old classmate. I tried hard, but I couldn't do it!"
"I have really fallen into trouble in my life. I have completely fallen into your hands!"
"As long as you admit that I belong to your family, whether it's a chicken or a dog, it doesn't matter to me, as long as I can stay with you!"...
Every word was enough to make her drown in memories and unwilling to wake up.
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