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Wen Xia thought that if he liked someone day and night, as long as he was always nice to him, he would see him one day. Later I realized that if a person cannot see you, he is blind from the beginning. You will never be in his eyes. Therefore, some loves are destined to be fruitless, such as her and Jiang Yi. "Wen Xia, don't you understand? I don't like you." Jiang Yi looked at her sympathetically, "If I had a little affection for you, I should run over now and hate to let you cry. But I," he pointed to the position of his heart, "I don't feel anything here. When you cry, it's like a joke." Wen Xia stood there blankly, listening to the young man in front of him speaking indifferent words in his most beautiful voice. She suddenly didn't understand, what does it mean to have been in love for so long? Maybe nothing. At least here in Jiang Yi, it is worse than dust. Her eyes became sour inexplicably, and the young man who had always had a light in his eyes became fragmented little by little. Goddess Jiang, classmate Jiang, Jiang Yi... Jiang...