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The Junior Sister confessed proactively, with an expression of surprise as if saying, "Elder Sister, your thoughts are so different from mine." The Senior Sister, Fang Yourong, looked at her, turned her face, raised her hand to catch a snowflake falling from the tree, her fingers were pale and elegant, not moving the delicate snowflake in the slightest.
The snowflake was cold and did not melt, probably because her hand wasn't warm either.
She didn't compete with the Junior Sister over this fleeting romantic ambiguity, she simply said, "This place seems nice. Let's meet again after our brief parting."
She turned her hand, the snowflake naturally fell to the ground, her palm hidden within her sleeve, and she turned and left.
No reluctance at all, very decisively.
Qin Yu watched the person's back for a while holding Jiaojiao, who rubbed his chubby chin and sighed, "I think among the people you know, whether they are enemies or friends, whether men or women—"
