When she was 17 years old, the sunshine outside the classroom window shone on An Xin. The girl looked at the place that was illuminated in a warm yellow, with a pair of bright almond eyes shining brightly under her long eyelashes. The boy holding the basketball walked past the window. The breeze blew through his sweatshirt. He stopped and she looked up at him. The glass window could not block the sound of her heartbeat. When she was 25 years old, Jiang Shi gently stroked her head: "An Xin, I love you."
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