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raised his head, his eyes lifted and a beautiful smile appeared. he was a young man in his twenties and exuded an indifferent attitude. the scent of incense is weak.
with your breath, you take in the scent from the cavity, feeling refreshed and refreshed, and your confused brain seems to wake up a lot at once.
\"Um, hello?\" Fang mu looked at the young man in white clothes in front of him, and somehow felt a sense of familiarity, but only he didn't bring a book, so the other party was a friend of the book. I felt that it was not. politely and carefully, Jesus asked the other person, \"Excuse me, how can I help you?\"
the young man in white smiled and said he didn't need help, and asked if he needed help instead.
At first, Fang mu wanted to say that he didn't need help, but when he looked up and took a closer look, he realized that the young man who was smiling in front of him was pletely blind from laughter. . he had half-closed eyes, and under the half-open eyelids was a pair of gentle eyes. It was a pletely different feeling from the gentle smile on the surface.
Juan mu swallowed, his heart moved slowly, \"I...I think I had a dream.\"
Looking at the young man, he felt awe and tenderness, and somehow wanted to tell the stranger in front of him about his thoughts, ``but I remember that I had a dream.'' not.\"
\"oh.\" Linlin's smile widened a little, \"Is it a nightmare or a sweet dream?\"
Nightmares, sweet dreams...
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