Xu Xiaojun still vaguely remembered the warmth in that man's hands.
Time flies by, many things have been forgotten, and I still feel like I am still young.
In his senior year, Gao Ze went abroad without saying a word, leaving their love behind in their youth.
Now he has come back to retain the slightest trace of attachment
Does she not love him, or loves herself too much;
The gentle voice of Mr. Gao Ze, the good neighbor, still echoes in my ears.
Xu Xiaojun, what are you hesitating about?
Gao Ze, Gao Ze, when did you get so close to me, so close that I became familiar with your gentle breath?
HE, pseudo-love triangle, no bloodshed
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