jing xingyao didn't expect him to come again. she went back to her room to change. from the window of her room, she could clearly see the backyard. the sun was setting, and the fish pond was shining with golden light.
it enveloped fu qinyuan's body, as if there was a layer of buddhist light.
he had always preferred white clothes. perhaps people who were too black-hearted always wanted to find something else to make up for it.
for some reason, fu qinyuan was talking to jing hanchuan when he suddenly looked up at the house not far away, and their eyes met ...
he suddenly laughed. jing xingyao moved back and closed the curtains, his heart in a mess.
in fact, the two of them used to have a good relationship. they would do homework together during the weekends and winter and summer breaks. the change was only after they were in the same class ...
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