I don't know since when, he no longer had her in his eyes. At that time, she finally understood that the original appearance was just a piece of yellow light floating in the sky.
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The pear blossoms are scattered, a little bit drunk, the beauty is shining brightly in her first daisy, the moon is floating on the red makeup, the elixir is opened for oneself, the frown is passed by, the road is hazy, the withered bones are sad, and I look back in the mirror.
The cold wind is tired, the person in the play.
The candle falls, expressing my heartfelt feelings.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
