I began to think about a question, when did I fall in love with him? Was it because the lights were too bright on the half of July and he suddenly appeared in the crowd against the light, stunning my eyes? Or was it the day I was injured when he stepped on the moonlight and held me in his arms? Or was it because of his carefulness and meticulousness after that? There is no answer. In short, I just fell in love with him.
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