In that summer, Chen Ye always liked to lie by the window and watch the young man reading a book.
Although there were no words or actions, the girl always blushed.
She said she liked stars, and he went to pick them. She said she liked the moon, so he went to climb it.
The boy always liked to stare at her directly. When she blushed, he said casually, "Baby, why is your face so red?"
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