At that time, whether she was cleaning the classroom alone or lying on a paper that smelled of ink, she would think of Jiang Muran. I remembered the crooked eyebrows, the smile on the corners of his lips, and the one-sided pear dimple on his left cheek.
At that time, no matter how many people liked him, all he could think about was Su Chu, who was wearing a blue and white school uniform and had a green and immature face.
Time flies, and we meet again at my classmate's wedding. Will the two of them go together or will they miss each other?
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Thank you that I cannot hug your back, so I can become your back.