Zhao Yanjing x He Zhuoqing
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"You know, the spring in my impression is full of fires, the smoke choking into the lungs, and a buried tombstone."
"I had no spring after that."
Zhao Yanjing thought he would spend his whole life in a muddle, but he didn't expect that one day, he would bump into his spring.
He learned how to love for the first time.
Love is not a heartbeat that blurts out, but a long stream of water buried in the mouth.
He fell in love with someone, regardless of gender.
And after a long time, he will still hold that person's hand and say, then
Then she told him with a smile.
"He Zhuoqing, you are my spring."
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Attack at the bottom of the year and focus on the perspective.
I write slowly, but I will try my best to finish it.
Intention: Holding together to keep each other warm