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In a corner of the teahouse, they looked at each other silently, their hearts beating like drumsticks. She held hot tea in her hand while he stroked the strings of his guitar. Every day, they feel each other's warmth when they meet, without words. Their love, like a beautiful song, blooms quietly as the years go by. The wind blew through the window lattice and the rain sprinkled on the bluestone road. Their love was so quiet and firm. No matter how life changes, the touch and attachment in their hearts will never weaken.
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