第(8/8)节                                                                                                一只修长的手伸进了窗口，放下了三枚y币。                                                                                                            我抬眼看去，泪眼朦胧之中，我看到李澈站在我的身边，他的眉头皱成了一座山。                                                                                                            “凌墨，不就是一个甜筒么，你至于哭成这样么？”                                                                                                            李澈看着我，有些不耐烦地从口袋里面掏出了一块手帕，递给了我。-
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