At the corner of the hot pot restaurant, the two of them stared at the spilled juice with wide eyes, and couldn't help but be shocked.
That day, Yan Qingmiao wore his shirt.
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In the noodle soup shop, Yan Qingmiao, who was covering her mouth with a tissue, met his gaze.
"Miaomiao, I like you."
Intention: Believe in fate, believe in love, and believe in eternity.