
The South Wind Passes by and a Strong Wind Rises
by He Qianqiu
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I am young, my time is spent, the south wind is not dry, your smile is just right. Before she was sixteen, she was Nan Wan'er, and after she was sixteen, she was Nan Feng. Before the age of eighteen, Yan Ruyu felt that he was capable of anything. After he turned eighteen, he found that he was nothing if he left home. Jing Yuan stood on the high platform and watched the familiar figure signing the life and death certificate in the duel field. For the first time, he felt that he didn't understand her so much. For the powerful Xu Yi, there is nothing he can't get. If he really can't get it, then destroy it. ..."Wan'er, the flowers on the other side of the river are in full bloom in Dongcheng. How about you accompany me to take a look?" The girl in a red dress was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a book in her hand, her eyes looking into the distance. "Okay." In the end, what Nan Wan'er was waiting for was just a cold corpse. The man in front of the tombstone put down a bright flower of the other side: "What I can't get, I will be willing to destroy it." Nan Wan'er did not wait for the flower of the other side to come to Dongcheng, but waited for the peony flower of Nancheng. [You are my unexpected surprise] [I have worked hard to live like you, when will you let me live like myself? ]
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