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"It's been so long, and you still haven't figured out how to confess??" Qin Yiyi couldn't help but roll her eyes at her and said, "If you think any longer, we'll have graduated from our senior year of high school."
"It's not that exaggerated." Tang Yuran looked at Qin Yiyi somewhat dejectedly and said, "Besides, haven't you also failed to come up with a way?"
"I've thought of thirteen different ways to confess for you, and you didn't like a single one of them, so there's nothing I can do," Qin Yiyi spread her hands and said, "Alright, take your time thinking about it. I'm heading out."
"Don't go, where are you headed?" Tang Yuran quickly got up and followed Qin Yiyi, asking as she walked.
"I'm going to return a book at the bookstore," Qin Yiyi answered casually.