There is a kind of flower called Xiangxuehai, which sprouts in autumn, blooms in winter, withers in spring, and dies in summer. There is a kind of love that leaves so-called regrets under the traces of time just like it!
In the tense and boring senior year of high school, there will be spring that we don't know about. Maybe you don't know that for a girl, commitment is very important. If you can't do it, don't leave your footprints early. Maybe you don't know that after you leave, the sad people will still stay where they are.
"What's in your dream? Tell me when you wake up."
Hua Xiaonuo hugged her coat tightly and ran upstairs, because the clothes contained the residual smell and warmth of Yu Haibo.
They can find each other without searching; they can feel each other without touching; they can detect each other without speaking because they are in each other's minds and hearts, because they are one!
Just like looking in the mirror, you are me and I am you
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