Yue Qingqing likes Qi Ming for a long, long time.
When did it start? Yue Qingqing sometimes thinks.
Probably, since he smiled and touched her head, his eyes filled with warmth.
However, the August breeze blew by, and she could no longer find him.
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When Qi Ming saw Yue Qingqing again, she was holding Zhuma's hand with a happy face.