Fleur Garbo thought about why they met, for various scientific and unscientific reasons. Cristiano found this idea strange and said, "Don't you feel lucky to have met me?"
Fleur understood that he was referring to something else, so she could only remain silent. One after another, old-fashioned street lamps stretched into a straight line behind her. The lights were brightly lit in the distance, the mountains were high and the water was vast, but she could only see those dark eyes slowly raising in the late autumn, half teasing, two serious, and half hesitant.
"Luckily," she replied, then hung her head, she lied.
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CEO CP, the ending is undecided and the sweetness is not guaranteed.