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Fu Dye was eighteen years old when she walked into Shang Zhan's field of vision like an untutored fairy. She saw him holding red roses and wanted to give them to his little plum, but the plum went into someone else's arms, and she felt slightly sorry for him. The girl looked at him holding flowers, look forlorn, she timidly stretched out her hand to help him, "Shang Zhan, I like white roses, can you give me?" Only this sentence, Fu Dye nervous hands full of sweat, heart...