In the remaining 24 hours of Christmas, we meet each other, pretend to be a sweet couple, and do something. Xiao Ai: I love you. Him: I don't love you. Xiao Ai: Do you love me? Him: I love it. PS: The story of a decadent heroine who is dying and a warm man of unknown origin. A little artificially sad, occasionally a little sweet. This article is written in the first person.
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