That sea is where they first met.
It's not reality, it's a dream.
Lin Minggu has been dreaming about a dream lately.
I dreamed that I was chasing someone on a small beach.
The man was wearing an unchanging white shirt, and Lin Minggu could only see his shadow clearly.
She wants to find him.
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In the bar, Liang Qian was wearing an out-of-place white shirt and holding a wine glass, looking like a shocking monster.
Still a good-looking ghost.
Lin Minggu felt familiar.
"Hello, handsome boy." Lin Minggu stepped on high heels and walked up to Liang Qian. "Would you like a drink?"
Liang Qian raised his eyelids slightly and twitched the corners of his mouth, "Okay."
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Handsome central air conditioner╳Beautiful photographer
Intention: dream