Carrying a big schoolbag, Qiu Shiyi stood in front of the bulletin board, desperately looking for her name among the dense black letters. It was hard to find someone with the same surname as myself, but I couldn't find those three simple characters of my own.
Suddenly, Qiu Shiyi stared quietly at his shoulder from the corner of his eyes, because he didn't know when a jade-like hand was placed there. Who could it be? Qiu Shiyi turned his head in confusion.
What came into view was an unfamiliar face, and it was a boy's face. At that time, the only thing that Qiu Shiyi could think about was how a boy could have such beautiful hands.
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