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"Shh!" Lin Wan whispered, her slender white finger raised to the pink tip of Mei Min's nose. "Min Min, be quiet.",As soon as the car left the village and merged onto the highway, Lin Wan was drenched in sweat and trembling.,Gu Yanran: No, since ancient times, childhood sweethearts aren't destined to be together in literature. In stories, childhood friends will turn against each other, fighting to the death.。