02_TheBackseatPerspective
# The Backseat Perspective ## Chapter 1: His POV I was never someone who could express feelings. At least not before XiaMo appeared. She stood on the playground, holding a pink letter, face as red as a ripe apple. I stood at the corridor corner. She walked toward the school crush. 'XiaMo!' I shouted. 'The homeroom teacher calls you!' I made up a reason. A lame one. Her expression went from...
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