Facing the unidentified girl holding fresh and delicate roses, she confessed, "This is the first time I see a woman giving flowers to a man. Are you crazy?" Turning around, Yi Chenyan glanced at the scattered and piled branches that Mu Shiyi brought back after her flower arrangement class, and his eyes seemed to light up. He instantly switched to a docile and cute look and picked it up: "Shiyi, are these flowers you brought back for me?"————
When Yi Chenyan was six years old, her mother brought Mu Shiyi back from the orphanage, wearing a light pink polka-dot skirt, white canvas shoes, and a clean and fresh long ponytail. Very much like a little fairy.
What he thought was that from now on, one more person would take away his favor. However, after many hardships and joys, I realized that the first love is poetry, the long flowing water is poetry, and the deepest lovesickness is poetry~
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Author Weibo: Shining-L