I don't know how to describe you. It seems like the rose that blooms in winter. I know clearly that it is just a bubble, but I am still trapped in it.
So much so that later on, after waking up, I was still immersed in that dream. I don't understand my heart, and neither do you.
But my heart is still clear, and I know that my heart will not lie to others. Even if I weave a dream for myself, the dream still tells me that Pu Yixing likes Guo Wentao, and Guo Wentao likes Pu Yixing.
When I wake up from the dream, you are still you, and I am not the same person I used to be.
I'm just sorry that we met so late. It's a pity that the wanton seventeen-year-old Pu Yixing didn't get to know the seventeen-year-old reserved Guo Wentao.
"Apu is here?"
"Taotao, let's go home."
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The direction of imagination has nothing to do with the real owner
Just thinking about the 22 days they met too late has become a lifelong regret for him
Intention: Be brave, young man