However, if she looked back at the door, with just one glance, she would find that the man, the man for whom she was so lost, was standing in the clear and bright sunshine, looking around, with unconcealed loss in his brows. The woman who caught up behind him asked him in confusion: "Xiao Yan, what's wrong?"
One a few steps away in the foyer and one within a few steps between the bookshelves.
As long as she took a step forward, she could see his slightly irritable expression, raising a hand to loosen the tie around his neck; she could find that he was also lost in the singing of that year.
However, no one discovered anyone in the end.
Just passing by like this, don't I love you enough?
My throat is about to burst from shouting, and I have no time to say some words to you.
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