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Xu Yun's love is hidden in the chirping of cicadas and wrapped in the cold winter. In the heart of spring, there are no flowers competing for blooming, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of ashes. If longing has a voice, it must be as angry as thunder. A secret love always puts your emotions on the other person's behalf, thinking that the other person also likes you. Xu Yun never expressed his love. Did Yi Jiale notice it? I'm afraid you don't know, and I'm afraid you know.