The blood flows down the cold blade, reflecting the coquettish light. The cold moonlight shines down, covering the surrounding area with a layer of silver gauze. A perfect smile forms at the corner of the mouth, looking up at the lonely silver moon in the night sky...
The little fox huddled in the cold water and said, hug me...
But, what does this have to do with her? Who is she?
Following the true footsteps in confusion, the compass of fate turns quietly, and the soul that has been lonely for thousands of years longs for the warmth in the heart.
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