Copywriter: Pink Rabbit: Your store collapsed? Yang Xiao stared at a line of words and began to grind his teeth from side to side. He put his phone aside and decided to ignore it. ... Pink Rabbit: Here? ... Pink Rabbit: Sorry! I will be responsible. ... A red rectangular festive frame suddenly popped up in the phone's dialog box, and Yang Xiao was stunned. "... No way." Her heart was suddenly filled with an incredible joy, and she hesitated for a second before clicking OK. Fifty thousand arrived~~! ． ． ． ． ． ． Life is always full of incredible things. Wei Zhou's serious tone came from the other end: "For me, having a crush on someone is also a love." Yang Xiao didn't reply. At this moment, she thought a lot about her youthful years in high school, her insistence on emotional mysophobia, other people's criticism, and the cynicism of the man who pursued her after knowing the reason for rejection. She knew that there must be someone like her in this world. No matter how rich her relationship experience was, as long as the person she met was the right person, no one was willing to give in until then. She didn't fall in love just to pass the time out of boredom, nor did she fall in love to relieve loneliness. She envied the sweetness of others falling in love, but she didn't easily find someone to try. She slowly waited for many years. She knew that she would definitely meet him, and there was some moisture in her eyes. With a sore throat, she coughed and continued to ask: "Are you free tomorrow night?" A short half-campus romance story, sweet, not ridiculous, welcome to join in!
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