
This Girl in Glory is Not Too Cold
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The girl gently opened the notes in her arms. The notes were wrapped in thick kraft paper. If placed in a dry place, the contents inside could even be preserved for thousands of years. But there is only one sentence written on the first page - maybe I should bless myself once. Even if I practice my confession to the dusk, I will still be afraid of gentle rejection. Although the long journey is accompanied by loneliness, death is nothing but the loss of one's own time. Can this be considered a confession? What a fool! As she thought, the smile on her face spread like water. ... When she opened her eyes again, the girl's eyes were like golden lava flowing in the earth's crust. At that moment, it was as if a gray ghost was playing and singing in her ears, black iron will eventually be forged into a white sword, the white sword will eventually be stained with red blood, and the red blood will eventually be transferred into golden poetry... So of course, she recited a poem silently: We sink to the bottom of the sea and wait for the dawn, but the starlight is already old...
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