If you cry for the loss of the sun, you will also lose the stars.
Shexi wrote this line one by one, and just as he finished the sentence, he saw him in the front row waking up from his dream, holding the table with both hands, and the ends of his hair poked into his neck, hiding the mole.
Shexi was stunned for a while, then he lifted up the pen and the tip of the pen fell on the paper, making a black dot.
My stars.
No, he pursed his lips and added two lines.
Falling stars.
Shexi was amused by herself, and suddenly raised her eyes, only to see Pei Xingqiao turning to look at him, the light washing his eyes clear.
Nothing can be better than this. Shexi thought.
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Concept: Love is both despicable and noble.