Eighteen-year-old Xin Xing didn't need any reason to like Gu Xicheng.
"What do you like about me?" Eighteen-year-old Gu Xicheng asked Xin Xing.
Before Xin Xing could think of a reliable answer, Gu Xicheng left.
Seven years later.
Twenty-seven-year-old Xin Xing looked at the man with a warm smile and finally showed a smile without warmth: "Hello, Mr. Gu, I am the new editor-in-chief Xin Xing."
The person opposite smiled harmlessly: "Hello, I am Gu Xicheng."
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If we are bound to fall in love with someone, then it must be a masterpiece of time
Not one day, two days, months
Love is a pattern of life that never stops growing
Waiting, sometimes unfortunately, turns into love