His fingertips lightly brushed against his cheek, as if a soft breeze was blowing, and the scorching sun was like fire, splashing, and a fire called heartbeat was ignited in the young man's heart. A plum fell from the treetop, making ripples. Xu has a special liking for her. In the past, the people around him changed one after another, but now that the prodigal son has returned, he is the only one around him. The bitter plum only feels sweeter and sweeter, from the inside out, so sweet that the whole world is filled with the fragrance of flowers.
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