"Xu Moyan, help me play the song "Not Yet Lovers"!"
"Xu Moyan, do you think this song is particularly nice?"
"Xu Moyan, do you think my crush will understand after listening to this song? Do you think he will confess to me?"
"Xu Moyan, do you think the person I like is wooden, or am I not feminine enough?" He looked at his flat figure. "It doesn't matter. What I don't have now, I will have in the future!"
Xu Moyan, Xu Moyan, Xu Moyan…..
The first love was deep, but extremely fragile. After a misunderstanding, there was a separation of seven years. When we met again, the youthfulness of childhood was no longer visible on the vicissitudes of the face. Xu Moyan, I still love you, do you still love me?
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