Zhou Zhou's high school life is like a clean and fresh moon feast, with leaves as white as petals. Clear and transparent love, like the cleanest water, softly irrigates her pure heart.
His love is like a purple mandala flower. The indifferent expression and evil smile on his handsome and charming face are reserved and silent, seemingly poisonous.
Pure love is like white feathers floating in the air, like down piled like snow, emitting a faint holy light in the sun.
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