Yun Sheng dreamed of him again.
He sat on the bank of the dimly lit river during the long night, looking lonely at the mirth of the crowd in the distance.
Now, the dream has awakened.
It was daylight, and she stood on the streets of the city, letting the wind blow from north to south.
Zhang Qihuai, it seems that I have never been close to you in these years.
So many years have passed.
My love for you has finally passed.
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Secret love is a person's spring, summer, autumn and winter, and one knows one's warmth and coldness.
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*Secret Love Article
Intention: He is hiding in his dream.
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[Purple Sugar] kswl hahahahaha I picked it up as expected
[Purple Sugar] kswl hahahahaha I picked it up as expected