No one could guess what was caught on the first day of surveillance. It's a kiss!
The status of kisses in the family is determined by their color. The lowest status is a cold and emotionless gray kiss.
I couldn't understand this unreasonable insistence: "Why should you believe that it is true love? How could they be true love? How could the one who was given up be true love?" The kiss did not refute me, it simply said: "Because it is happier to believe."
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