Nothing was said all night

Ye Xingchen didn't sleep well at night, tossing and turning, full of thoughts

Miaomiao, even if the system downplays his feelings, it is still engraved

In his bones, he scratched his head irritably, and simply got up early

Wash up

It was dawning, and he strolled down the tree-lined avenues of the campus, in a slight trance

Confused, perhaps because of the ignorance of dreams, the displaced people chase illusions

Shadow, back to college, this school came to him

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