in the hazy mist.
Faintly, overlapping figures could be seen.
it reflected an alluring figure that was constantly trembling.
The broken and alluring voice was like a decadent sound, intoxicating and making people's hearts throb.
In such a deep entanglement, her consciousness seemed to be more blurred and clearer, jolting and swaying, as if she was in a dream.
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She seemed to have forgotten when she had met Jun hang when she was a child, but she knew that he must have been engraved in her heart when they first met.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have felt as if he was an old friend when she saw him as a teenager and refused to look away from him for a long time.
he just stood in front of her like that, a young man with a clear breeze and bright moon. a clear and gentle smile made her mind fill with a sentence.
White tea is happy. I'm waiting for the wind, and I'm waiting for you.
This young man was waiting for her.
