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Chen Mo, a poor young man, saved for half a year to buy a diamond ring. With Lin Xia’s favorite lychee roses in his arms, he ran to the old alley where they first met—he’d even rehearsed his proposal lines a hundred times: first say, “Xia Xia, I’ve saved enough money,” then kneel and pull out the ring. But just as he turned the corner, he froze: Lin Xia was sitting on a yellow-haired man’s motorcycle, arms around his waist, while the man kissed her cheek and said, “Baby, I’ll buy you that limited-edition bag tomorrow.” Two roses fell from Chen Mo’s arms, and the ring box clattered onto the bluestone. When Lin Xia turned and saw him, she didn’t panic—instead, she grabbed the yellow-haired man’s neck and laughed: “Look, this is the poor guy.” Just then, the milk tea shop aunt called out: “Xiao Chen, I saved you a cup of taro balls!” A girl in a white dress, who was picking up the ring box, looked up and smiled: “Brother, you dropped this.” Staring at the taro ball crumbs on her lips, Chen Mo suddenly realized that all the nights he’d stayed up and meals he’d skipped for Lin Xia were not as warm as this cup of hot taro balls, nor as bright as those eyes.
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