The sun is high in the sky as usual, the sycamore trees on the roadside stretch out lazily, and the grass is still as green and stale as usual.
The girl under the tree squatted on the roadside, burying her head in her arms and sobbing softly.
"You won't be pretty if you keep crying." A warm voice interrupted the girl's cry.
The girl raised her head and looked at the handkerchief in front of her. The handkerchiefs don't have very kawaii patterns, some are just natural wood colors. The handkerchief was held by a long, well-jointed hand. As for its owner, well, the sun was so blinding that she couldn't see.
"Just wipe it. If there are no ups and downs in life, what is life? There are no uneven roads in life, and there are no obstacles that cannot be overcome."
The girl squinted her eyes, trying hard to see the person in front of her clearly, but she couldn't see clearly. The voice was so warm that she forgot to cry. "Thank you." She tried her best to smile, even though her face was covered with snot and tears.
"Pfft, what a cute child." The owner of the voice pinched the girl's cheek, bent down, picked up the handkerchief and wiped it with the girl.
The girl stared blankly at the face in front of her, with short ear-length hair, slender eyebrows, and clear eyes. Those eyes seemed to be able to see through the entire soul. What a handsome boy.
However, sometimes what you see is not necessarily true.
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