"They say summer is passionate love, but her love is sincere but bitter."
"He was my only thought in this lonely life."
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Seventeen-year-old Zhou Xi had imagined countless times that one day in midsummer he would be able to call out his name. It's a pity that the camphor leaves grew longer and fell again and again, but they still couldn't wait until that day.
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Twenty-seven-year-old Zhou Xi saw a question:
What is a secret love? Is it all enthusiasm wasted?
She replied firmly: Not to me, he is such an enthusiastic and open-minded young man. He stands in the sun, but he is more dazzling than the sun. So I know that he is not running towards me, but that I am running towards him.
But she never met him again later.
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Later, she was shocked. It turns out that the first time they met, they looked at each other and blushed. Not out of embarrassment or embarrassment, but out of excitement and love. So——Zhou Xi has liked Chen Jiangli for many, many years.
*Be novel
Intention: Don't always compete with yourself