There are 513 unsent emails in Shen Jiaen's computer:
"I saw a figure that looked very much like you in the Sorbonne Library today."
"The green plants in the studio are the same as the succulents you used to raise them to death."
"That netizen who always gets stuck on submitting homework... His voice sounds just like you."
Xiang Zheyu's mobile phone has 366 draft text messages:
"Shen Jiaen, I believe our fate goes beyond this."
"I'll wait for you under the big sycamore tree."
"I copied the application form three times, fearing that the ink would smear your dreams."
"It's snowing today, I miss you so much"
The moonlight in Paris illuminated the jumping MSN dialog box on the translation manuscript. The mysterious man Z taught her to distinguish between yin and masculine nouns, but suddenly went offline when she mentioned her first love.
That night when the return flight passed through the clouds, the man held her wrist, and the familiar crystal letter Z dangled on the collar button: "Back then, when you said you were going to fly away, even my breath smelled like rust."
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(Another version of copywriting)
Shen Jiaen has the best love interest in the world. He has top grades, a kind heart, outstanding appearance, generous gestures, and a handsome and handsome guy.
The most important thing is that he can explain all the stupid things she did.
Shen Jiaen once thought that they would be good friends for life, but if a third person joins and breaks the balance, can they still be best friends?
Shen Jiaen was afraid of losing, so he became a coward and ran away at night, never daring to look back.
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But she didn't want to return to China three years later and find that Xiang Zheyu was still waiting for her.
The female protagonist with a small sun type × the affectionate academic male protagonist
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you