On the last day of March, Gu Qingzhuo had a few drinks and said a few drunken words intermittently to the old pear tree that had lived for who knows how many years.
If he wasn't drunk, how could he say such embarrassing words with his temperament...
I, Gu Qingzhuo, have lived to be twenty years old, but I don't know... The taste of love. If there is one person in this world... Who really likes me, his life in this world will not be in vain...
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