He glanced at Tezuka secretly, and saw that their minister's eyes suddenly became extremely unpredictable, as if he was a little angry.
"Fuji, what about you, do you have any special ideas?" Kikumaru turned to Fuji again. This person is usually mysterious, and he seems to be very close to Saya. It should be right to ask him.
"This..." Fuji raised his eyes and smiled as gentle and warm as the spring breeze, and his face was as clean as a wash. "I think Saya will accept it."
"What, accept?" The girl who saw them not far away actually reached out and took the love letter into her hand.
At this time, all the Qingxue students standing aside collectively dropped their jaws. They kept flipping through their notebooks and frowned tightly. "My data is correct. Why is it wrong? It seems to be complete." More information is needed.”
Ryoma blinked his eyes and turned his head. It was still far from the truth. I don’t know who said this.
Only Fuji was not surprised at all. Things turned out just as he expected. She did accept it.
"No, Saya really accepted it. Doesn't he like Tezuka? Is he really using that boy as a substitute?" Kikumaru pointed his finger at his chin. It was really difficult to accept this news.
"It's not what you think," Fuji suddenly said, and short honey-colored fragments floated across his pale face, very gently, "She just accepted the letter, man, she didn't accept it, accepted the letter, Is it because she didn't realize what she was doing at all? To be precise, her reaction now can be said to be very slow."
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There was another strange silence. Fuji Shusuke was indeed the one who knew him best.
"Let's go" Tezuka turned around and walked forward. The corners of his clothes were flying in the wind, and a light blue light was raised. He didn't want to think about it, but there was a person's face that became clearer and clearer in his mind. In the rain, That very cold smile was very sad, very soft, and very clear, just like Zeng Jin's smile in his ward, which made his heart suddenly feel a little uncomfortable.
He reached out and took out the crystal pendant hanging around his neck. With his body temperature, it was no longer so cold. The sunflower sealed in the crystal was bright yellow in color, blooming with its beauty.
There was a vague pain in his heart. He raised his head and saw that the young man's face was looking colder and colder under the shade of the tree. It was very delicate and perfect, but also had too much confusion.
Otoyu looked at the letter in her hand, looking left and right. She really didn't know what was going on. The letter was in her hands.
The boy named Hina Morijiichi seemed to be saying something, but she didn't pay attention. What appeared in her mind at that time was a string of English words. As for what he said, it seemed that there was really nothing. realize
It wasn't until he put the letter in her hand that the string of English words slowly formed a sentence, what ever hell, the devil has happened (What just happened?)
Holding the letter in her hand, she picked up her English textbook, and then looked at the sudden extra paper in her hand. Now, what should I do? Can I throw this away? If I throw it away, will it hurt other people's hearts? It seems that it still hurts others. No, it's a bit rude.