Mr. President is like a beam of light that brightens my gray world. From then on, everything in the world has color, and you are in my eyes. Mr. President, you are my God.
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"Don't call me Mr. President." Qiu An looked at me with a calm face.
I pinched his face and said, "How about I call you An'an baby from now on?" Then I looked at him with a crooked smile.
"Yeah." I looked at the red tips of his ears and felt soft in my heart. Mr. President is really a treasure.
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Qiu An held my wrist and pointed at the knife marks on it to question me, just like before. I smiled brightly at him: "This is proof that I love you."
He suddenly pulled me into his arms and whispered: "I'm sorry..."
I shook my head, and then buried myself in his warm chest. In an instant, everything revived, the glaciers withered, and my whole body was immersed in the long-lost warmth. It was the familiar embrace that I had missed for 1825 days.
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Qiu An, love is the guide for medicine, you are my medicine, and I am already terminally ill and extremely addicted. Without you, Qiao Ye will no longer exist in the world.
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