Shen Lu always used Chen Xubai's draft book to draw faces during class. Chen Xubai hid half a line of the love letter and handed it to him before the cherry blossoms faded.
In the late spring rain, the wet letter shattered in the wind together with the withered cherry blossom specimens——
It turned out that I liked it a lot, but as soon as it sprouted, it was cut off by fate, and I didn't even have the qualification to "come in time".
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Shen Lu×Chen Xubai
Tangled-haired hook-tailed fox·attack×pursed lips and end-clawed good cat·suffer
It's BEOwO
More everyday
Intent: Secret love like a bud in spring comes to an abrupt end due to the vagaries of fate, interpreting the 'unfinished' regrets and growing pains of youth
