"Niyu, do you have any words?"
"No words"
"Look at this peach blossom, how about I call you Zi Zhuo?"
"Good"
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I thought that I would never go back to this place in my life.
But it became a place where I became more and more concerned about
Even though I lost everything, I still have a home
A game of chess, a folding fan, and a smile
I have remembered it for a long time
These three words, An Qingxiao, have become the person he can't let go of the most in his heart.
Concept: A story about two children who have not grown up but warm each other up