She's in the town of tea, futong bubble out is pale green, particularly of pure and fresh. The smell of tea, much like the phase the flavor of body. A fence, the thought of his, miss, is light regret.
Leaves a go to the bookstore to check out now, right against the face accidentally ran into a man. Leaves a raise head, joy into her eyes, is mo phase.
Her heart was always has his that he suddenly appeared in front of a leaf, a somewhat disoriented.
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