PREVIEW
... age of Qin Zhi’ai in her school uniform was gradually becoming clearer in his head. Back then, they were both young. Qin Zhi’ai looked so innocent in his memory.
Qin Zhi’ai was laughing so hard and looking carefree as she played computer games at the internet cafe.
Qin Zhi’ai was so beautiful sitting in the classroom on a sunny afternoon, reading a novel as she thoroughly enjoyed chewing her gum.
Qin Zhi’ai’s face turned red when she couldn’t figure out how to talk back t ...
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