"The flowers in the forest have withered their spring reds, and they have been too hasty, and they have no choice but to attract cold rain and late winds."
Yao Jingyuan fell into the chaotic desolation. It was an unforgettable youth. In the dream, she smiled particularly brightly in the photo frame. There was no scar on her face. Her head rested on the shoulder of a young man, and she could not see his face clearly.
"Are you nice to me because of the engagement?"
Hearing what I said, he looked at me quietly for a long time, then walked in and gently touched the scar on my face. I heard him say: "You are most afraid of pain."
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Qifengsi×Yuanjingyuan
immortality fantasy pain
Intention: Love someone only because that person is that person, so you love it