One day, Zhou Xiulin was helping Gu Zhihuan pack away his old things. I saw a book with a very delicate cover. Written on the title page were several elegant words - Gu Zhihuan. Zhou Xiulin opened it casually, and a bookmark fell off. On the bookmark was a date and a sentence written in sharp and sturdy fonts - I put it down.
Zhou Xiulin asked: "What did you put down?"
Gu Zhihuan looked at him in confusion, and then saw the diary and bookmarks in his hand. He was stunned for a moment, squinted and thought for a while, and then said deliberately: "I put aside my prejudice against you."
"Prejudice?" Zhou Xiulin hugged her waist, "What prejudice do you have against me?"
"That's a lot." Gu Zhihuan counted on his fingers, "Sultry, not proactive, can't play basketball, doesn't have eight-pack abs..."
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