Cheng Yixiu said to Qi Jia in a slightly serious tone that she probably fell in love with him at first sight. Qi Jia shrank into his large sweater in the cold wind, looked at Cheng Yixiu with tears on his face and said, "Then you are probably praising me for my good looks. After all, only someone like me is qualified to fall in love at first sight."
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