My Enemies Really Know How to Pretend
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I forget which year it was, and on a whim, I composed a song about my sly and pretentious enemy and gave it to a music studio in the capital. It has been widely circulated. As for the effect, I think one day he will know about it and he will feel better. We have bitten each other vividly, from a snow in the twelfth lunar month to an autumn rainy day. Now that I think about it, he must have paid no attention to my hatred at all. He was so smart, even the falling posture was calculated step by step, and his life was given to you. Even the hairpin is clean, yet he is willing to get blood on his body? He should not be cleared of charges. He is guilty, but I wrote him in the "Record of Meritorious Officials". I think time will judge his merits and demerits. "The gentleman plays with me in the dark hall, and the clouds and smoke trap my black hair." ------------------------ Plot-oriented, imaginary, cp as you like, open ending.
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