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"Mianmian, fall in love with me"
Lingchuan was surprised and touched Shi Jingting's forehead: "There's no fever at all."
"I'm not kidding," Shi Jingting retorted.
"Okay, if you do better than me in the college entrance examination, maybe I will agree, brother."
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Walking on the small road in Zhejiang, Zhejiang, the dark clouds vent their emotions to their heart's content.
Lingchuan smelled the faint fragrance of kapok and gradually recalled the distant place. He remembered that there was someone who would hold an umbrella for him. Maybe he remembered it wrongly. His figure gradually disappeared into the hazy rainy night.
Intention: growth
