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I occasionally think about whether the wet kiss on my forehead that night was filled with a hint of joy? I once liked someone, but liking this kind of thing was too ethereal, just like he liked me. To use a "famous saying": Don't even need the wind to blow it, it will disperse by itself. The love story of Xi Huahua and Lin Qingsen During Xi Huahua's pursuit: "Lin Qingsen, you should eat more leeks, young people should exercise moderation!" Looking at Lin Qingsen's dark circles, Xi Huahua spoke earnestly. "..." Lin Qingsen, goodbye Lin Qingsen. During Lin Qingsen's quiet show of goodwill: "I brought this for myself, you put it on first." Lin Qingsen handed over the clothes. Xi Huahua sniffed: "You seem to have put too much softener..." "..." Lin Qingsen died