Lin Mo saw Xiao Yu.

There are no ups and downs, no soul-stirring epic plots.

Just look up and see.

So simple.

Xiao Yu also seemed to sense something, and looked up.

A long distance apart, their eyes meet each other.

At that moment, there was a little fantasy of campus youth, and there was an interaction between pure emotions. It was a poem full of memories and restlessness, and it was a pure gift in the graduation yearbook.

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