"Actually, I want to say..."

Ahhhhh-What the hell should he say!

He really didn't mean that.

He didn't mean anything, but he just didn't know how to explain it.

"Okay, you don't need to explain, I understand. Now, please go out, I'm going to rest."

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The rotating circle kept rolling, and he could see the faint purple light emitted from the cup.

She is in the cup, the person he likes, but he will never become his beloved person.

She is his, his.

He was just a coward who followed her silently, not daring to speak out.

After a while, a teacup was automatically prepared.

The round and square tea cup is not obvious what shape it is.

He took the teacup and put it in the oven.

The wind was so cold at night, and he stood in front of the window and looked at the bright moon in the sky covered by dark clouds.

Its light is still so dazzling and dazzling.

There are many small stars next to the moon.

The closest thing to it is a big and flashing star.

There is also a star that has lost its light under its feet.

Its light was blocked by everything.

It shines and sometimes emits dazzling light, and it hides from her and dares not let her discover it.

He is that star, the moon represents her, she is everything beautiful, and there are many around her, and there are many that are not the most dazzling one, but they have to be the one that sticks to the most.

She loved him, just as he loved her.

He could only love secretly. The love he gave her was the only one, the love he gave her was the best, and the love he gave her was no worse than everyone around her.

The teacup burns and rotates in the blazing fire.

The colorful light shines out and eventually turns into a faint purple light, and emerges in the air.

"Brush-" It was like magical control, the door of the stove was opened, and the purple tea cup was standing at the exit of the stove with dazzling light waiting for him to come and get it.

After walking out of the room, everything in the room was still so shiny, the fire was burning, and the two tea cups leaned on each other, "Crack--"

The perfect teacup has cracks.

Their hearts that merged together broke.

Walking out of the room, the heavy rain drifted, and the little rain slid into his teacup.

Gradually, the water in the teacup accumulates more and more, and a petite figure gradually appears on the outer body of the teacup.

A pure and beautiful smile blooms, it is her—
Chapter completed!