Qin Xiaoshuang watched the heart symbol in the sky for a while, pondered for a few seconds, and suddenly remembered: "Ah, this is my brother-in-law's airplane squadron. I saw him drawing the diagram yesterday, and this smoke program is personally written by my brother-in-law! Sis, brother-in-law is so romantic, this airplane squadron is more moving than a sea of roses..."
Qin Xin changed the topic: "Get in the car."
She knew it was a certain man's masterpiece, there was no need to remind her so obviously, right?
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Royal Academy.
In the classroom.
Ao Xinghao looked out the window listlessly.
Far away, the purple smoke forming the word "heart" gradually dissipated in the sky.
He sighed, bored: "Xin, why didn't you come to class today, not replying to texts or answering calls, did you drink too much last night..."
