The next afternoon, Chunhe Middle School, classroom.
Ansheng rested his chin in his hand, his gaze drifting to Miaomiao beside him, who was earnestly writing away with a rustling sound. Her profile was exquisitely small and cute, a few stray locks of hair falling across her cheek, and she reached up to tuck them behind her ear.
It was break time, and students were laughing and chatting noisily around the classroom.
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