He never celebrated his birthday. On his birthday, he received a gift, a book with his portrait inside.
When he was sick, someone gave him medicine and porridge
When he was beaten, someone gave him ointment
Who is spying on him secretly...
A throbbing, his face, his figure, lingering in her mind
I like him but don't say it
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Song Yixuan walked into the classroom. There was only a girl wearing a hat drawing in the empty classroom. She walked over and said, "Classmate, is An Diexia here?"
The familiar voice made An Diexia stop painting. The voice seemed to be him. Why did he come to her? Could it be...