I heard that there is always a girl in every class who is as indifferent as a mimosa and as indifferent as an orchid. She doesn't talk much. She sometimes likes to sit quietly against the window and look out the window. The wind blows the curtains, and it seems that I can see the boy in the white school uniform sitting by the window opposite. In an instant, I see the boy wearing the red jersey.
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Concept: The fantasy of first love