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◇BL Qingshui Danmei short story
It was snowing heavily on the day I asked him to meet. He stood alone under the streetlight and scanned every passerby with his eyes.
Winter in the north has always been like this. Only a few days have passed in November, and the place is already covered with snowflakes.
He pulled his collar, and the breath he exhaled turned into white mist and finally dissipated in the air.
After waiting for more than an hour, he saw a familiar figure among the people coming and going.
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