The cicadas began to chirp in May, and the warm wind blew through the boy's hair and brushed against the girl's skirt.
"God did not predict how you and I would meet. The moment we found each other, I knew the direction of the future. Before the cicadas stop chirping, Ye Mian, let's date."
That summer has no end, fold it in half and bury it in your heart, and your liking will ferment into an inexhaustible love
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Purpose: Please boldly question the rationality of the rules