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You call me , right ?

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Heal with a little gentleness. ‘’ Climb on my back, I will carry you to travel the world “ A cute and touching story about a beautiful friendship, the first innocent emotions of life. Without being too fancy and out of reach, I want to give you the most beautiful sweetness of school age. Vy and Nghia, two contrasting and opposing people, created wonderful things… Their 1 month together will be an unforgettable memory… ‘’ The boy wearing black-rimmed glasses looked down at her, gently saying: - Hello, I am Nghia, you called me, right? This memory flows like a thousand years, shimmering and magical. No matter how many lives we go through, we still start and stand side by side. Whether it is the previous life, this life or the next life, I still want to be friends with you. Every day, I hear your voice in my mind, and I wonder: "Are you calling me?" ------------ a slow burn and cute story ! I am a foreign author , so I may make some grammar or vocabulary mistakes while writing. I hope everyone understands!
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