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The wind in early summer is the most comfortable; the season with flying skirts is the most beautiful. In that lukewarm early summer, a girl named Chu Xia met her heartbeat, and over time... The love was like water~~ they gathered into streams, and the streams merged into rivers, and the rivers flowed into the rivers, and the rivers flowed into the sea. In this vast ocean, Chu Xia felt that she would be drowned~ However, she struggled not to be drowned~