Jasper Chi held Flynn Shen's hand through the school uniform and rubbed the outline of each finger joint. He turned around until a thin layer of snow accumulated on his hair, still hesitating.
He always dreams about Flynn Shen. Flynn Shen in different clothes. The crimson plaid sweater means nightmares, while the blue and white school uniform of Yuehai No. 7 Middle School often means sweet dreams.
There is no sign of waking up from his sweet dream yet. Her light-colored hair was tied into small bundles behind her ears. Flynn Shen's smile was as light as snow, melting into the tip of her nose in the dusk, silently.
It seemed that just a moment ago, as if it was just a recess, Flynn Shen lured Jasper Chi out of the classroom. The two of them were like strangers who happened to be on the same road. They walked into a corner with no surveillance and no street lights, and K!ssed wantonly and indulgently.
Yu Cheng's angry voice came from far away through the speakers: "Thank you very much to all my relatives, friends, and fellow villagers for coming back to attend our 18th-grade alumni meeting tonight."
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