(In this chapter, Xing Nansheng is fifteen or sixteen years old. At this time, he likes to act like a little adult. Having not yet experienced that incident, he is merely a gentle beauty on the surface, but in reality, he is a somewhat mischievous child with a very rich inner life.)
"Yo, Lian."
Near a large bridge built across a river in Yokohama, Japan, a black-haired boy curled the corners of his lips, gazing with gentle eyes at a white-haired boy lying on the ground less than three hundred meters away from him.
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