Helplessly, the flowers fall away, and the swallows return as if they were familiar.
Bai Qian turned his head and smiled, "I seem to have seen you under a flower tree somewhere."
There is another row of black question marks on Zeng Yan's head. What kind of embarrassing pick-up routine is this?
Bai Qian sighed, "The only difference between my current mood and Yan Shu's at that time is helplessness."
Zeng Yan rolled his eyes, "You can choose to speak human language!"
Bai Qian suppressed his smile and his tone was more serious than ever before, "I like you."
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