"I look at your back when you come home every day, and it seems like you are entangled. Do you know that, can you feel it?"
Today, she still remembers his careless words, "You only saw me when get out of class was over, wasn't it? Qingsu, do we take a long time after class or a long time in class? It's just a short moment for you, but I stare at it for a long time, do you understand?"
At that time, she had a happy smile on her face, and she never expected such an answer. She always sat at the front, and he always sat at the back. She always secretly took advantage of get out of class time to turn her head and ostensibly chat with others, but her eyes were directed in his direction.
PS: This story was written half a year ago. Since it is on paper, I am afraid that I will have no place to hide these things in the future, so I decided to sort it out in the past few days and at least write a short story.
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