I saw her.

Like a rare bird, it stays in its cage very well-behaved, with neither the desire to escape nor the determination to die.

Quietly and quietly doing their own thing.

She was reading with her back to me.

The book is hers and the bookmark is mine.

I took it with her favorite jasmine.

She is always so serious, which is perhaps a common problem of good students, who always unconsciously ignore the things around her and immerse herself in the world of being alone.

The world of nothing, nothing.

Seeing the familiar back, my heart suddenly changed from the level of being able to open a ticket at speed, to an even eighty miles, and I felt extremely smooth and smooth. <

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