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Little Qing Nuan was waiting at the Baihe Park, waiting for the little boy.
The winter weather was a bit cold, and the occasional wind blowing from the river blew on Qingnuan's face, bringing a bit of biting cold.
Behind a birch tree not far away, there was another little boy hiding.
He pouted in dissatisfaction , and finally walked out reluctantly with a scoundrel smile on his face, saying, "Silly girl, don't wait, it was me who asked you to come out, not Cheng Ge."
Qing Nuan, who had been waiting for many hours, became a little annoyed when she heard him say that. In her excitement, she accidentally slipped and fell into the river like a withered white flower.
The young boy panicked, watching Qing Nuan struggling in the icy river water.
But he couldn't swim, and he had no way to save the girl who was calling for help.
At this moment, a figure flashed past his eyes, dived into the water, and pulled out the unconscious Qing Nuan .
At that time, he should have known the difference between himself and the young man who jumped into the water to save people.
Because the one Qing Nuan has been waiting for all her life is never him.
