The willow leaves were rolling, and the clods of earth on the ground were roasted. Scalding. Scald.

I jumped into the gate of the National Prison, and the embroidered shoes that my mother sewed for me when I left home were still wearing on my feet, and I didn't notice when my toes were exposed.

The door of the arithmetic department was open, and Qin Liruo was taking a nap with his eyes closed.

I tiptoed in and looked at the booklet spread out in front of my brother's desk, and I couldn't help but feel distressed.

Even though the students have stopped classes, the senior brother still has not relaxed.

I sat across from my brother and waited quietly for him.

The summer wind is soft, with gusts of wind and flowers, and the air is full of sweet smell.

Qin Liruo slept peacefully, his eyes squinted, his long eyelashes trembled slightly,

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