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Like music, like sunshine, like fantasy I look forward to the youth of seventeen or eighteen years old, as beautiful as flowers But I never thought that it would be painful

Looking back five hundred times in the past life, in exchange for one brush with each other in this life. She didn't remember how he attracted her, she always looked at him secretly like she was fascinated. In secret love, we are all kinds of silly and innocent. He was a light source, and she couldn't take her eyes away. This is a campus crush novel It's the stupid thing you've all done It's the youth you all have had No tricks, no fabrications I just want to tell this story calmly Talking about our common youth listen to him and her ? Pick up a beam of light that wants to speak but stops?