Sometimes I would lean on his chest and ask him uneasily if he loved me. He would always smile and say: I am old, why are you asking this?
When the time comes, I'll poke him in the chest and force him to answer.
And he just smiled and said nothing.
I smiled bitterly.
After waiting for so many years, he couldn't even give me a promise.
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The story I wanted to write a long time ago... I finally stayed up late to write it. This article cannot withstand scrutiny, please read it as a romance novel...
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