No one has ever looked through the several centimeter-thick picture book at the bottom of the boy's drawer. There is only one person drawn in it. The boy sleeping on the table hadn't woken up yet, and the wind gently rolled up the pages of the pretentious book on the table through the window, starting a new chapter. To put it simply, it is a "sweet" story about an infatuated and indifferent little painter and an optimistic and cheerful little policeman. It is HE! !
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