"Xu Qingyuan. Xiaoyuan, why are you called Qingyuan?" Xia Chuchen lay on the desk and looked at Xu Qingyuan quietly beside her.
"Well, because my parents hope that I can fly freely in the sky like a paper kite." Xu Qingyuan still had a confident smile.
For some reason, these two lines of dialogue deeply penetrated into Xia Chuchen's heart.
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