The clear girl has a delicate and gentle voice.
His heavy eyelids slowly lifted up, and something bright made him squint.
There is such a scene in my memory, which overlaps with this moment.
The girl was wearing a white and dark blue school uniform with a neat collar and neat seams on her trousers. Her plain face was no bigger than his palm. As if she was a little worried, she frowned and took out a piece of chocolate from her purse, and stretched out her two thin arms like bamboo poles, bringing a clean scent of soap...
"Beckett Jiang? Jiang..."
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