A small mistake in editing caused the two parallel lines that were originally separated to collide again.
She smiled politely: "Sorry, I think I'm not the one you're looking for."
The sharp-jointed hands in front of him were wrapped with red ribbons, "You are."
The owner of the ribbon raised her face, and the emotions in her eyes were like a slowly flowing stream, flowing into her heart without any precautions.
She chose to keep her mouth shut and not explain, not knowing whether it was because she couldn't bear it or something else.
The bright red ribbon was tied with a small and unique bell, and the copper-yellow color block swayed with his unconscious movements.