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The first fireworks in Zhejiang bloomed brilliantly in winter, and she looked through Zuo Lin's dark eyes.
The stars that followed followed her chest rising and falling.
Just as Zuo Lin looked sideways, she lowered her eyes with a red complexion, and her eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly's wings.
At this moment, she was sure.
She seemed... As if... She must like Zuo Lin.
Intention: Love without getting it