The night when Nan'an completely entered the rainy season.
He doesn't hide or avoid anything that suits her.
The long street was dark and deserted, with water puddled everywhere on the wet ground. A drop of rain fell on the leaves of the towering sycamore trees on the roadside.
Liang Shijun thought it was Yuyin who shed tears, so he turned his head slightly to look, and just in time the girl's warm lips pressed against the corner of his lips.
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Liang Shijun had been treading on thin ice for nine years, and when he lost all the games with just one move, Yuyin wore a beautifully embroidered black dress and destroyed his handle with her own hands.
She was willing to become a pawn to help him win the game.
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When the wind blows, there will be someone by your side, and when it rains blood, there will be someone to hold an umbrella for you.
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