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Orange Thoughts on Chengji
He said: "I am Cheng Jian, what is your name?" I said: "When you hear the wind, the fallen leaves chase the dust, and the colorful clouds chase the bright moon." He said, "You came all the way to Nanwan just to see him?" He said, "Did he hit you?" I said, "No." He said: "My dream, this is an opportunity that life has given me." I said: "Brother... Brother Cheng Jian... He... He really went... What should I do..." He said: "Don't cry, nothing will happen." He said: "When we get back from this mis
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School Uniform Wedding Photos
There was a boy who loved freedom uninhibitedly, fought with all the best in the world, and even suffered serious injuries without opening his mouth to express pain, but still tenderly protected his "rose". There is a boy who is more calm and charming than a lady. He sees the true heart of the world, and his heart is still as calm as water without any ripples. However, the world is small, and I still admire him over and over again. Make up characters This novel and its characters are purely fict
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Huai Caiwei
I am a psychopath who has been protected for a long time by an arrogant boy who is not good at words. Writing love into novels is really romantic. Who hasn't spent their youth? There are many ways to express love, and this might be one of them. Writing love into novels is really romantic. Who hasn't spent their youth? There are many ways to express love, and this might be one of them. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imi
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From Deskmate to Husband and Wife
The dust in the world is flying, people are in a hurry, and a lonely brave man will inevitably hit the south wall. He is not afraid of the wind and frost in the world, but is afraid of being covered in mud and no one to talk about. There is no dream and hope in his eyes, but when he regains confidence and carries his luggage, he has become a beam of light. I came to the world to look for light and ideals. You can't throw away your poems and distance. You see, the flowers of the times will eventu
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