"I seem to have fallen in love with someone, and now his whole head is filled with images of him." Xia Keran looked confused and looked at the girl next to him blankly, while his eyes seemed to be full of encounters in the galaxy of youth, shining with a faint light.
Xie Yaxin frowned, tilted her head, pushed Xia Keran's forehead lightly, and asked seriously: "Who? What's his name? How tall is he, and does he weigh the right amount? Oh, I forgot to ask. What does he look like? Is he a man with a face that is like a god, coming down like a god and lighting up your world?"
Xia Keran looked at the trembling calf, smiled softly, then shook his head, thinking to himself: "He looks very ordinary, but a little sickly white."
"Ah..."
After waiting for a long time, Xia Keran muttered again: "But he is still a little thin, his face always feels tired, and he doesn't feel much vitality when he looks at me."
"Then what do you like about him?"
"I like him, but he doesn't like me."
"Why?"
"Because this way I can love him more. My life is very long. However, I firmly believe that one day, I will teach him how to love me and cherish me."
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