I don't like being lazy

"Do you like me?" "Yes..." "When did it start?" "A long time ago..." "Will you always like me?" "The fireworks...will always be with you..." 
Looking at her upturned face, the girl's timid hand was gently lifted up. The warmth in her palm has always been so familiar. "Want to go watch the fireworks together?" "Yes."
 The summer fireworks blooming in the deep night are just like your touching and tender smile twelve years ago.
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PS: Youth daily life story, childhood friend single female protagonist.

Chapter 190: The Dreary Rain, Bringing Fresh Air_2