萧逸嘴角微扬，带着一丝调戏：“那你要怎么谢谢我？”
傅玉认真想了想，说：“我给你读首诗吧。”
“……啊？”萧逸仍在迷惑之际，傅玉已经起身从书架上抽出了一本书，重新坐回他身边，翻开其中夹着书签的一页开始读了起来，流利动听的英文在安静房间内缓缓流淌而出：
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notforwhatyouare，
butforwhatia
wheniawithyou
iloveyou，
notonlyforwhat
youhaveadeofyourself，
butforwhat
youareakgof
iloveyou
forthepartof
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iloveyou
forputtgyourhand
toyheaped-upheart
andpassgover
allthefoolish，weakthgs
thatyoucan’thelp
dilyseegthere，
andfordragout
tothelight
allthebeautifulbelonggs
thatnooneelsehadlooked
itefarenoughtofd
iloveyoubecaeyou
arehelpgtoake