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"Is three seconds short?" The self-proclaimed "god" put on her mean face again and looked at Fang Luo with a sneer. Fang Luo gently flipped through the diary in his hand, staring at the blank page in trance. His eyes were so gentle that they seemed to melt everything. He shook his head mockingly, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. It was probably the girl's figure that filled his eyes, and his tears couldn't stop flowing down his cheeks. Finally, Fang Luo started writing. Those three seconds began to pass. "Three seconds are not short, just enough time to write down my 'like' for you."