The boy gave each of his classmates a cherry. The ones the girl received were ruddy, translucent, small and exquisite, and several times more sour than others. The two are completely different. The young man stands out among the crowd, while the young girl is shy and has low self-esteem. She desperately wants to integrate into this social circle, but it backfires. Girls aged sixteen or seventeen always love to fantasize, and the boy's smile is enough to warm up that cold and ordinary heart.
"There are still three years left, and I will love him for three more years."
"The cherries back then were really sour, sour and astringent."
"Li Huan, you should fall in love quickly, I don't want to like you anymore"
"Li Huan, happy wedding!"
"Li Huan, this is my follower."
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