Coastal cities are not cold in winter.
Jiang Nan raised his hand and gently picked off a petal of a blue rose, lowered his eyes and whispered, "I like flowers, but I am not the owner of them."
"Are you sick?! Can't you see how much I like you?! You push me away time and time again, and you feel guilty before saying sorry to me. What do you think of me?" Jiang Nan's voice was trembling, and his eyes were bloodshot. He clutched Luo Xunzhou's collar with both hands, his fingertips turned white, and asked him with a choked voice: "Am I really that unimportant?"
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I write just to make myself happy, the writing style is very childish
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Intention: Pull myself ashore