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She just sat there quietly, but no one knew that behind her drooped eyelashes, there was a throbbing that she couldn't express, which snaked to the bottom of her heart and stopped at the softest place.
The boy's rolled-up clothes brushed against the edge of her table, and his delicious breath lingered in her nose across the cool breeze.
How to tell?
The young man is like the wind, blowing through the layers of waves, spreading the jumping broken light, and blowing up the hazy mist.
The lake surface, which was originally as quiet as a mirror, has become windy and foggy.
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Vb: meaning
Four perspectives were published on multiple platforms a long time ago.
The story is not long, it belongs to Wen Wu's youth.
He was not the only one in her youth.
Youth, to be continued.
Intention: A grand and silent secret.