When I first saw her, it was raining heavily, and the cold raindrops cruelly fell on her delicate body.
One wrong step, every wrong step. Whose game is it? Whose plan is it? Are the misunderstandings one after another and the "I love you" one after another just lies?
She is disheartened, leaves him, and what kind of sparks will be aroused when they meet again?
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