The withered yellow leaves carry the unfinished heartbeat of boyhood, and the autumn wind blows away with it the sour and short-lived secret love.
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Lin Sheng had a crush on him, and he fell in love with him from the first moment he met him. Lin Sheng, who thought she wouldn't have anything to do with him in the three years of high school, bumped into her crush at the class gate just after school started...
"Are you in this class too?" The crush asked.
"Ah... Yes." Faced with the question about his crush, Lin Sheng replied blankly.
He never imagined that he and his crush would become classmates. Happiness came so suddenly, and Lin Sheng became his classmate before he knew it.
"Hello, deskmate." Lin Sheng couldn't help but feel excited when he saw the other person saying lazily to him.
He actually became his deskmate!
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"Happy birthday, make a wish and I will help you make it come true."
"I hope I can fall in love with you again in the next life."
Intention: intention