Youth should be a fairy tale, bitter and sweet, sour and spicy. We cannot predict whether the ending will be sad or happy, but we can write a happy ending...
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An Yifeng, I like you.
Ou Qingxuan's sudden words made An Yifeng feel a little confused. Did he hear it wrong?
Then let me support you. Su Mu stretched out his big palm as he spoke.
Ou Qingxuan put her little hand on Su Mu's. At that moment, the mountain wind blew by, mixed with the fragrance of leaves and flowers, as if someone had made a promise to someone.