City C in autumn is still dry and busy. Only some unknown trees are busy changing out of outdated summer clothes. Can life also be replaced by old ones?... The cars speeding by on the road rolled up the golden leaves all over the ground and danced in the air. Their thoughts were very long, flying like butterflies...
She is his green grass, always attached to his fence. Even if one day he leaves, Chen Dongli, I will still be your Mu Qingqing...
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