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She Is Very Ill #Aventure is a momentary feeling# The first time Zhou Ruofeng met Song Chu was in the winter of his sophomore year in high school, in December. She, the person who least believed in love at first sight, could only explain the encounter by love at first sight. ## Winter vacation for the second year of high school, February. Song Chu posted a message that only Zhou Ruofeng could see and said, "Look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk." Zhou Ruofeng comments—— "I miss you when I'm walking, an 158Favorites731Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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What Are You Barking At? After Rong Xi was bullied by Jiang Ran when she was a child, she angrily wrote in her weekly diary—— "Dogs don't play with Jiang Ran, dogs don't call him brother, and all the dogs who like Jiang Ran are dogs. " Later, he first fell in love, became the dog in Zhou Ji's notebook, and fell in love with Jiang Ran. Concept: There are 10,000 ways for people to meet each other 3Favorites286Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Three Points of Heat I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink water from the Yangtze River together. Two-way crush Purpose: cherish the present moment 2Favorites131Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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For Ya This person is like a rainbow. When you meet someone, you will know there is someone there. Pre-collection of "Red Rose" "You're alright?" "Don't come, I'll be fine." Young people love to write about mountains, seas, summer fireworks and the eyes of their lovers. And the few words I chewed over and over again were written on the yellowish page. Pantothenic love. She was as determined as the day I last saw her, like the last red rose burning in the sea under the scorching sun. The sour green 2Favorites209Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Silt Everyone is stuck in the mud and struggling to heal themselves Pre-collection of "Red Rose" "You're alright?" "Don't come, I'll be fine." Young people love to write about mountains, seas, summer fireworks and the eyes of their lovers. And the few words I chewed over and over again were written on the yellowish page. Pantothenic love. She was as determined as the day I last saw her, like the last red rose burning in the sea under the scorching sun. The sour green plums rotted in the mud, lik 2Favorites100Clicks/ch—Nutrition