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Her eyes were clear and cold, and her graceful figure looked like she was slowly walking onto the stage with slight steps at the bend of her slender waist, as if she was reluctant. You have to know how many people would only dream of this opportunity to sing on stage, and then they would fly to the branches of the nobles. Banquet in the West Pond, seen from afar I thought it was the first time we met As everyone knows, the fate of the two people has already been intertwined unconsciously. Is it sadness, joy, hatred, resentment? Maybe even I don't know it in my heart. If we could go back in time and meet each other for the first time, would we choose to forget the look between our eyes?
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