Unable to withstand such passionate thoughts, the strings of wisdom are broken one by one. The sun is already dusk, and the plum blossoms are bitterly cold.
My friends all laugh at me and pity me. The wind blows by my face at will. Take it away or not, bear it with your heart.
Whose story is this? A boy and a girl. No one should follow my heart.
Go find it. You have gone far. There is no need to look back. What you leave behind along the way is my happiness.
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Ghost Face... Woo... V-V asked: Are ethnic minorities... Rare animals? BOSS, you are so busy at work... Don't keep me waiting for too long! ! >.<
Ghost Face... Woo... V-V asked: Are ethnic minorities... Rare animals? BOSS, you are so busy at work... Don't keep me waiting for too long! ! >.<