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When the two were most ambiguous, the boy once casually asked her about her preferred school.
In the impression, I avoided Xu Xiangfan's gaze, lowered my eyelashes and looked at the bluestone road at my feet, and slowly said the name of a school.
That was the first time in Zhuang Xufan's life that he had lied.
On the day when the lie was revealed, Xu Xiangfan, who was in a state of utter confusion, ran across most of the city, and finally stopped at the bottom of a girls' dormitory.
He ran into Zhuang Xufan who happened to come downstairs to throw away garbage.
Under the banyan tree that has accumulated a hundred years of wind and frost, there is a young man covered in dust and his red eyes.
"You're kidding me." Xu Xiangfan said firmly.
Zhuang Xufan didn't reply, but the answer was self-evident.
The young man's proud heart was slightly broken, and a kiss mixed with hatred fell on the corner of Zhuang Xufan's lips.
During the struggle, a subtle taste of blood came from the tip of her tongue. In this daze, she recalled a party when the two of them didn't know each other very well.
Xu Xiangfan leaned against the fence of the hotel, looking at the connection between the sea and the sky in the distance, and casually announced his discovery to her beside him: "You like me."
There was a familiar certainty in his words.
Zhuang Xufan, whose thoughts were revealed to the girl, turned to look for his eyes, but the young man still only looked into the distance.
Zhuang Xufan thought, she hated such certainty.
That was also the first time in her life that she blushed.
But why should he despise her affection?
Maybe there was only an ambiguous veil between the two before this, and Zhuang Xufan could get a happy ending with just a gentle poke, but she didn't want to take such an easy step.
She insisted that he climb over her mountain.
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Intention: Love yourself first
