[Written a long time ago, it doesn't look good]
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Rong Qing just wants to live a good and stable life.
But God didn't like her. This tiger, leopard, and that jackal had nowhere to go.
On a night of heavy rain and thunder, Xiao Cenlin threw away the jade bone umbrella in his hand, and like a hellish Shura, he walked towards her step by step, embedded it in her chin, and said coldly: "If you want to be known as a disaster to the world, I will help you."
This affectionate... Madman.
Rong Qing got a glimpse of the secret in the dark "prison".
Day after day, year after year.
Rong Qing gently held Xiao Cenlin's hand and tied his eyes with white silk.
Xiao Cenlin thought that the ten thousand-year-old iron tree would bloom, but he didn't know that Rong Qing was a man and coaxed him to sign the letter of separation.
Later we were separated by water.
Xiao Cenlin asked coldly: "Are you just lying to me?"
Rong Qing smiled, and the golden hairpin in his hand fell into the river and disappeared without a trace.
"Yes, do you hate it?"
