Look, there are stars
Gu Xing likes Chen Beichi the most, he likes his eyes, like stars.
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Because she likes him, she likes the shooting star, and she likes the fleeting tenderness.
And because of the shooting star, she liked him more.
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I love your tenderness, like the wind, I have traveled 108,000 miles, and finally arrived at my home.
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When the snow fell, Gu Xing held his hands and sighed, knocking on the door.
The doorbell rang a few times and was opened. Gu Xingxin raised his head happily, and the light in his eyes went out in a blink of an eye.
The long, slender man leaned against the door frame, his tone playful.
"Little star, your brother is not at home."
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The clouds beyond the sky dwelt like cotton wool on her heart.
She saw his eyes through a cloud, like the cleanest wind, and like the strongest wine.
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Are you still here?
I'm still waiting for you.