Lin Qiao likes Yu He from the bottom of his heart.
It starts from a joke he made when he was embarrassed, from his willingness to talk to himself, from a tissue he handed over when he was sad...
She liked him so much that Lin Qiao himself lost count.
"Yu He, I, I like you."
"Huh? Lin Qiao, I didn't hear what you said clearly. Can you say it again?"
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"No, it's nothing." Yes, the voice was so low that I couldn't hear it clearly.
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"Lin Qiao, let's be together." It rained so hard that day that Lin Qiao didn't even know if she was dreaming.
But she was really happy, she liked him, she didn't care whether he really liked her or not, as long as it was him, that was enough.
——But time proved that this was a dream, a dream that only belonged to Lin Qiao.
Lin Qiao thought about what would happen if she didn't like him? Will it be much better than now?
Too bad, just thinking about it.
Lin Qiao just did it, and she just liked him.
Lin Qiao just likes Yu He...
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