Maybe it was because the sunset was too early that night, the similar routes gradually deviated, and the unspeakable love also disappeared.
[Duan Rongjin, bad-tempered but talkative but rebellious but sensitive and suspicious, Li Chaomu]
He is a heart-throb academic master among thousands of flowers.
She is a rebellious translucent person whose family is not harmonious but is unexpectedly honest.
Two parallel lines that would not intersect because they are off course due to the same notice. No matter how long it takes, Yu Qihao will always sigh: "Both of your names are named Zou Zou, how come one of you is crazier than the other?"
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The first time they met, Li Chaomu's schoolbag almost hit Duan Rongjin's head.
Duan Rongjin almost cursed.
But it was drizzling and the night was dim. Li Chaomu didn't know that she was hitting Duan Rongjin, and Duan Rongjin didn't know that she was almost hit by Li Chaomu.
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Li Chaomu was never someone to be bullied, but it seemed that some people were always hostile to honest people.
Once again being instructed to do something, Li Chaomu looked dull and said in a tough tone, "Are you forcing me?"
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Duan Rongjin doesn't fall in love easily, but he never lacks people around him.
He was used to being cuddled up to by delicate and beautiful people, so he no longer cared about it.
He thought that girls in the world were all coquettish and afraid of bugs and ghosts, until he saw Li Chaomu kill a bee with one hand, with a sweet face, expressionless; he saw Li Chaomu in a haunted house, with his face raised, negotiating with the "ghost" who was preparing to scare people.
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Duan Rongjin was very interested in Li Chaomu, who was different from other girls, and Li Chaomu also saw a tenderness in Duan Rongjin that he had never seen before.
But it happens that he is a dull gourd, and his love never comes out openly.
Time after time the temptations disappeared as the sun set.
The Book of Answers says they are too persistent and would rather die than speak first.
[Happiness comes first｜be/he is uncertain]
To my youthful secret love.
Intention: secret love
