[White cut black x small butterfly]
His love is sick, despicable, and invisible. He can only wear a mask of gentleness and carefully lower his gaze, lest he disturb the butterflies in his heart.
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Seventeen-year-old Shi Qi has clean and deep black pupils, long eyelashes that are quiet and slightly set, like mist and clear frost, and he always looks humble and gentle in front of others.
He is a genius boy in the eyes of teachers and the object of admiration in girls' hearts.
Even her strict father always praised him.
Only Mingdie knew that this was not the whole real him, because she had smelled the faint scent of tobacco on his fingertips from a very close distance that night when she was sleeping, and——
Hot, wet breath.
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Later, he spent seven long years weaving a net, just waiting for the butterfly he was frightened to land.
Intention: love
