"When a person loses hope, what's the point of living?"
"How long will you love me?"
"I will love you until the fake flower wilts."
At that time, Xu Ye really thought that Xu Yichen loved him, but he forgot that fake flowers were fake after all. Although they would not wither, they would become dusty if not taken care of for a long time.
"I like you very much, but liking this kind of thing is worthless. Love is worth a thousand dollars."
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