Zhao Mu was tapping on the window again. ... more>>
Li Yu opened his eyes, it was exactly midnight. One tap after another, this young man, Zhao Mu, who studied music has always had a special sense of rhythm.
One long, one short, like he was trying to convey a message, Li Yu was dazed for a moment then closed his eyes in silence, tears rolled down the corner of his eyes and landed silently on the pillow, leaving a faint mark.
“I love you, too.”
He whispered, “I love you, too.”
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