''Brother, this is the jasmine flower I grew at home, and I give it to you.'' The words accompanied by the summer evening breeze blew away the haze in the young man's heart. From then on, the girl's face was imprinted on the young man's heart. Many years later, Xin Yi'an leaned over and brushed Xia Zi's hair, whispering softly, "If you can, can you let me be your direction?" ''The starlight reflected on Xia Zi's cheeks through the jasmine tree, and Xia Zi's lips moved slightly.'' The place with you is the direction. ''
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