When he was young, he was inferior and arrogant. He was happy with the bright moon in the sky but dared not say it.
He knows that the moonlight also shines on others, and he never expects that the moonlight only belongs to him.
He felt that he hated her, hated her dazzling, hated her charming.
But he also loves her, loves her dazzling, loves her charming.
He would like to be her devout believer and pray that the moonlight can stay for him for a while longer.
Flower butterfly? The female protagonist × thought she was calm but ended up falling into the trap of the male protagonist
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