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Double paranoia/pull/reunion/deliberate
The moss is dark and intolerant to light.
On the edge of the rooftop, she stood and he sat, close to each other.
The stone wall was very high, high enough for her to look at him levelly, to see clearly the reflection of the rays of sunlight in his clear, shallow eyes, and to absorb all the slightest bit of disgust in his eyes.
"Come down, you will fall." He reminded.
There was no one around and everything was quiet. She glanced at him coldly, then raised her lips and stared at him teasingly: "No, not unless you push me."
"Xie Chengli, do you dare?"
The girl's bad behavior hides unpredictable evil, like a curse, trying to pull people into the abyss.
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In the rainy season of March, there is pitter-pattering mud everywhere. Winter has just gone, but the chill has not gone away.
The night was foggy, and the water circle was blurred in the neon light.
Liang Wan never thought that she would meet Xie Chengli again that day.
At that time, she was rejected due to a misunderstanding by her mentor and was in an embarrassing situation.
She had fantasized about meeting him again countless times, and the best thing was that she fled in disgrace and embarrassment, but she didn't expect that she just heard his familiar words and the wall collapsed, and she didn't even have the courage to escape.
She waited alone for the chance meeting again.
The corridor was empty, and the distance between the two was obviously not far, but it seemed like there was an unbridgeable gap between them.
After hesitating again and again, it was her tentative greeting, "How have you been... These years?"
The man's indifferent eyes stayed on the woman's hand holding his sleeve, showing a trace of impatience.
"Does it have anything to do with you?"
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The rain was pouring heavily, the sound of rain was extremely clear in the dusty world, and the smoke gathered and dispersed in the bright lights.
The man's clear face looked a little gentler under the warm orange light. He put one arm around Liang Wan's shoulder from behind and played with the silvery necklace around the woman's neck.
His tone was gloomy, "I match you very well."
The pendant stung the tender skin of her neck sharply.
She didn't have time to answer, which aroused the man's suspicion. He frowned slightly, then grabbed her chin with two fingers and lifted it up, and his tone was so stubborn that he couldn't argue with it:
"Is it beautiful?"
She was forced to raise her head and look at herself in the mirror.
"Beautiful."
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1: They are all a little sick, micro-group portrait
2: Reunion after farewell
3: Pull, slow heating
Purpose: Become a better version of yourself
