The youthful experience of a well-behaved girl, "I am not young anymore. I am already in the third grade of junior high school and will go to high school soon. Please change your words." "Okay, brother is joking with you! I will tell you the topic." His peach blossom eyes looked more charming in the sun, his facial contours appeared softer, and his hair was clear. I thought to myself: If he were a girl, he would look very good. As she grew older, she still kept her worries to herself. The two took care of each other in a strange city. He gradually developed unspeakable emotions for her, gradually became her wings, and slowly stepped out of the shadows.
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