When I first met Gu Chen, he was playing the guitar with his head down, quiet and handsome.
Later, he waited for her at the entrance of the stairs, his head slightly lowered, his eyes slightly covered by his thin bangs, just like when he first met her.
He always liked to raise one corner of his mouth to give her a slanted smile, with a sunny and naughty look, just like that day when he stopped her and said in a sweet and sweet voice:
"I heard you like me, I accept it."
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