On the day Xia Zhi'an left, Chen Si stood in the attic of the dormitory and saw him wearing black through the gaps in the leaves outside the window. Chen Si had an unprecedented mood. It was very complicated, but she moved her eyes calmly. No one knew what she was thinking.
At the celebration party, Chen Si was drunk, mumbling something, lying on the table. His friend was chatting remotely with Xia Zhi'an via video chat. The screen of his mobile phone flashed across Chen Si. Chen Si smiled at the man in front of him, but was ignored by Xia Zhi'an, who frowned slightly.
"Send me your location and I'll be there right away. Keep an eye on Chen Si."
She is like a flower forgotten by the whole world, broken into pieces, but still retaining the tenacity of a flower. With just that one glance, he was willing to wrap this flower around his ice rink and use the last glimmer of light to make her bloom more delicate and beautiful.
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The writing style of an elementary school student is written blindly. If you don't like it, don't criticize it.
Purpose: Encouragement