"The smell of your shampoo is the same as hers. But you are not the same at all. She hates rain, but you like it. She will not lie on the lawn with me and feel dirty, but you will. She will choose to leave me, you, will you?" He asked seriously, looking at Tianqing, afraid that she would disappear immediately.
Only the sound of raindrops, his own heartbeat, and the echo of his question "Can you?" Are all that remains.
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