Song Mo put her hands on both sides of the sink. The warm-toned lights in the room reflected the light. Her wolf-tailed hair was messy and raised. There was moisture around the corners of her eyes. She was trembling. She raised her head and looked at herself in the mirror. She suddenly felt horrified.
He felt that he was clearly crying, hysterically, but the man's eyes in the mirror were full of smiles, and his hazy brown pupils stared straight into his heart.
He didn't dare to panic, his voice was hoarse and trembling.
Those pupils are wide open
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My winter allergy depression
Intention: Love yourself and accept yourself