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One day, the boys' dormitory was discussing what flowers to give to their partner.
Ling Jia thought for a while and realized that he and his boyfriend who had been together in high school seemed to have never sent flowers.
In order to relieve the embarrassment, he asked casually: "What about you?"
Some people said roses, some said lilies, and still others... Tan Yue, the aloof roommate who stood on the balcony looking out the window and showed no interest in the topic, Ling Jia did not expect him to answer.
Unexpectedly, the silent shadow suddenly spoke softly, and the answer was paradoxical.
"Dandelions, probably."
What a strange answer.
*
Lingjia didn't know the full version of that sentence until much later.
——I touched you secretly,
——But I didn't expect you to scatter like a dandelion,
——From then on, your appearance was everywhere.
*
Ling Jia doesn't know either.
On that snowy night three years ago, on the way home, his footprints remained on the snow.
Tan Yue fell behind him, raised his feet, and stepped on them gently.
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I reassured my roommate, who pushed me onto the bed. (Not
Reading Guide
Switching attacks, he, Shuang Jie, a short story about self-cutting a leg, if you have nothing to do, please don't go into details~
Intention: From the corner of my eye, I kissed you a thousand times.
