In the bustling bar, Lin Jingyu looked uncomfortably at the people around him mingling with each other. He narrowed his eyes slightly and tilted his head casually towards the night view by the window. However, when he saw the person by the window clearly, he froze in place. The noise around him and the sound of the clinking wine glasses were instantly buried by the sound of his heart. His thoughts suddenly returned to seven years ago, when the gardenias were blooming, and he was still young and frivolous, but...
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