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Chapter 342 "I caught you, right?"

"I heard."

The moon stars are sparse, and the light color flows like silver frost.

Patches fell on the ground.

It is also slowly embedded and rounded.

The hand that fell on his face was caught.

Cheng Xuran's fingertips trembled violently and stopped in mid-air.

Meet a pair of smiling eyes.

Black pure.

Like the late night sky.

Her shadow was reflected between the opening and closing of eyelashes.

"I heard it." Song Yanqing repeated again, her voice soft and hoarse, as calm and fearless as before.

He looked at her brows and eyes, his slender fingers still clasped her slender wrist, and saw that she wanted to speak, so he whispered: "Don't talk yet-"

Cheng Xuran didn't know why.

"I should do it." He tilted his head, looked at the moon outside the window, and then his eyes met hers, and his voice was clear and low, as if it was overflowing from the depths of his heart.

"I still love you."

It's not that I love you.

Yes I still love you.

There are no words in this world that look different if there are more than one.

How long is it?

One year, two years, or three years.

But the kiss on the lips was particularly refreshing.

Indulging in the chirping of cicadas in the midsummer of that year, when the young man passed by, the smell of the lime soda next to him was clean and out of reach.

Now it is truly entangled in my breath.

The most valuable thing in the world is to be cautious, to regain what you lost, to get what you want, to sleep hard and to be convinced.

"Song Yanqing..." Cheng Xuran's voice trembled slightly. At such a close distance, he half-supported his upper body with one hand and approached her. His outline was thin and cold in the moonlight, and he outlined unusually smooth and superior lines. How many years ago was he away from her? Unattainable girlish feelings.

She seems to be luckier than all the people she has a crush on.

Lucky to meet him again.

Luckily he loves her too.

If God favors him, he will always be like her heart, always passionate, always warm, always loving the high mountains and the vastness of the sea.

"I caught you, right?" Song Yanqing pressed his fingers on the back of her neck and asked in a low voice. Their eyes met, the bridge of his nose was high and almost touching hers, and his eyes were clear. Cheng Xuran smiled and responded: "Yes."

They didn't have to start scrawled, it was a clear signal to her as he moved closer to her.

Song Yanqing bent his eyes, tilted his head and smiled, curling his fingers to the corners of his mouth.

"Why are you laughing?" Cheng Xuran asked.

"Why are you laughing again?" He raised his eyebrows.

"I asked you first." She corrected.

"I'm happy." Song Yanqing suddenly stared into her eyes, his voice was very clear and hit her eardrums clearly.

"Even in the past, I would have been very happy."

too long.

Not counting the years we were apart, I have known her for a long time.

I can’t tell when they will become familiar, and I can’t tell when they will fade away.

It seems that they were just friends at first, but later the boundaries between friends and likes were blurred.

He didn't answer her last question, not because he didn't want to answer it, but because he couldn't figure it out either.

Taking care of you can be smooth, you can disappear from the class next door, you can have many friends, and you don’t have to apply to the same school for college.

Why are you angry with her.

Why did she confirm the school she applied for again and again when she got the admission notice from Jianghang University?

be sick.

Forget it.

It doesn't matter.

One more of her is not too much, one less of her is not too much.

Delete or not.

Anyway, I won’t contact you anymore.

just forget it.

Unpinning is also a casual matter, so be it.

Those conflicts and anger.

Cold, as if forgotten.