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"Little brother, what kind of flower is this? It's so beautiful, just like you." Ten-year-old Yibao's eyes were full of love. "I don't know" the fifteen-year-old tsundere Ouyang Xiaoying. "Brother, Grandma Ouyang should know. Can you ask her for me?" "Good" Xiao Xiaoying asked about it later, but Xiao Yibao moved away and neither of them had time to say goodbye. Meet again Ouyang Xiaoying: Someone once told me that the flower language of the stars is I am willing to play a supporting role and love you without telling everyone. I brought the stars in the sky to give them to you, but I still feel that the stars in the sky are not as good as yours. I want to say: I want both the stars and you Jiang Yi: Actually, I knew it a long time ago. Thank you, little brother.