Secret love is a person's chaos.
When Zhang Zhaoyu saw this sentence, she was sitting on the far right side of the long table by the window in the bookstore. Her eyes were wandering, her heart was palpitating, and her right index finger unconsciously stroked the edge of the page. A slight pain came, pulling her back from her thoughts. The fingers scratched by the book pages used thin bright red to warn her of her delusions.
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