
The Missing Moon is Still Young
by Sivary
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Wei Xi smiled, but there were two lines of blood and tears in her eyes: "I wish I could suddenly wake up one day and find that everything I have experienced was a dream. When I woke up, it was still the afternoon of middle school, my husband was still chattering on the podium, and my raised forehead was still full of marks from the folds of clothes. Let me tell you, I have had a long dream. There are stars in your eyes when you smile, and the fingers holding your chin are still warm and clean. Everything has not started yet, everything is full of hope." Ji Ming was condescending and looked at her indifferently: "None of us can go back to the time twenty years ago. No one can count how much blood is on my hands and how many bones are under my feet." In fact, they are the same kind of people, but one entered the Buddhist hall and the other went to purgatory. The daughter of an old man from the Qing Dynasty who looks feudal on the outside but is unrestrained on the inside VS the wealthy businessman's son who is tolerant on the outside and decadent on the inside.
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