Eighteen-year-old Cheng Jing stood under the tree, and 23-year-old Ying Shen lit the spark stick, lighting up his future.
Twenty-eight-year-old Ying Shen stood by the river, and twenty-three-year-old Cheng Jing stood in front of him, with sparkles and stars behind him.
The lamp in the living room broke a few days ago, and there was a lamp on the table. The dim light reflected on the wall. Cheng Jing sat near the counter and watched Ying Shen pull open the stool opposite him.
He suddenly felt that the answer to the question was not that complicated anymore. The answer had been right in front of him all along. There's nothing wrong with that, it's just about love and it's inseparable from desire.
Just like someone told him, since ancient times, no love is pure. If you like someone, you will have desire for him. I want to hold everything about him in my hands, tightly.
Then Cheng Jing watched him push the thing in his hand over, looked at him with a gentle face, and said, "You are being taken care of by me."--------No.
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