N University's campus really is suitable for love and romance—a gust of wind sends countless cherry blossom petals falling, fluttering like snow, dancing back in the wind.
Chen Ziqian just watches from a distance as the cherry blossoms fall, the two of them gazing at each other for a long time.
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A pink petal happens to float down from above onto Yunshan's head, slowly landing on her forehead, sliding down from the center of her brows to the tip of her nose. Yang Xiaobei lifts his hand gently to pick the petal, and in that instant, Yunshan blinks, her long eyelashes fluttering in the afternoon sunlight like the wings of a bird.
Yang Xiaobei's gaze becomes incredibly tender.
