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"Send it to me." "?" "I'm busy. If you're in a hurry, you can find someone else." "It's okay, I'll wait for you. I don't care about other people." "I..." "Thank you." "Not sincere." "Emm... Then how about I agree to it with my body?" "Are you there?" "Playing games, you?" "... Thank you for what happened today." "Oh, how are you going to thank me?" A simple sentence, but the girl's fair and tender skin was stained with a layer of pink frost No one would have thought that the heartbeat of that year was born in spring, but was also buried in spring. A bouquet of white roses was the most beautiful and saddest farewell to the youth I would never have again. It is heartbeat, understanding, indulgence, and companionship. It is the answer to the difficult questions in my youth, but it is also the driving force that makes me fall into the abyss and endless memories. My love for you, it is dark, but it grows wantonly, blooming in my chest, blooming like bright red millet. "Girl? Just for fun" "Really, is it impossible..."