It was a summer day when incandescent lamps were sizzling and electric fans were spinning. The white sunlight formed a rainbow on the dripping spot two centimeters below the eaves. When you look up, you feel like you are dreaming. Murong Ziying dangled her feet on the concrete railing, her eyelashes trembling, and she looked through her fingers without thinking about anything. That was when all the changes had not yet come, when all the strange things were just smiling and dripping with sweat, he was so paranoid and believed in love.
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