
The Moonlight Spilled into the Red Wine
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An imaginary history and an imaginary world, but the true feelings remain unchanged and travel through time and space. Under the moonlight, her original black hair gradually lost its color and was replaced by a more charming red. "Like a ball of flame", even if he could only see her back, it was still a beautiful sight. He wanted to say it, but he had to hide in a corner. In the dim light, she tilted her head slightly, but her brows were full of sadness. He suddenly realized that her red was not the red of flames, but the color of red wine. It was pure, strong, beautiful, but also sad. "From now on, I want you to always be your truest self in front of me, laugh when you want, cry when you want... I want you to experience the warmth of home." She looked back at dusk, and the moonlight was scattered between them. She couldn't tell for a moment whether the moonlight came from him. This is a secret and great redemption with far-reaching significance.
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