Su Xing always remembers the scene that Su Xing inadvertently turned his head to see during a Chinese class in the afternoon. The golden sunlight, cut into pieces by the woods in the teaching area, passed through the thin glass and sprinkled on Zhang Mosheng's sleeping face, hitting his gently closed eyes. It was so clean, so pure. Su Xing's heart beat gently at that moment, and then lived in her heart...
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