Luan Yimu got on the car and drove away. He couldn't help but mind the smell of cigarette smoke on Xiao Lin's body and the man waiting for her downstairs. He likes Xiao Lin. But if some likes don't develop into love, you will miss a lot. But a lot of love is achieved by accumulating love bit by bit. Xiao Lin doesn't understand it, and neither does he.
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