It was time for school to end in the afternoon, and the setting sun shone lazily in the class through the thin glass windows. The boy who turned back looked like an angel coated in golden light, looking towards Mu He with an innocent expression. The young Ning Yan has very clean, almost transparent and fair skin, clear facial features, a pair of large eyes, and thick and long eyelashes. He is a typical representative of beautiful boys in novels that anyone can imagine.
After a few seconds, Mu He on the other side of the car looked at Ning Yan walking past quickly with the same expression, leaving only his tall and tall back that made people nostalgic. Mu He sighed. So close, yet so far apart.
If I hadn't discovered your ambiguous words in space, Qingwu. When are you going to tell me that I have lost my love?
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