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The so-called resurgence of old feelings is just a contest that is unwilling to cause trouble.
You faced each other across years of damp mist, trying to see who could walk out of the heavy snow first, to confirm whether you still had the power to kill or kill that person.
So don't be tempted. Don't lose your composure.
Be patient until winter is over.
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It was a late night when it rarely snowed in southern cities.
Downstairs in the company, her old lover's eyes were red, and he pressed her tightly in his arms. The strength of his fingertips was so heavy that it almost trembled: "Sunsun, don't leave. Can we start over?"
Meng Lisun was somewhat soft-hearted, standing on tiptoes without refusing, resting her chin on Lu Huaichuan's shoulder.
But under the cold white and faint street lights, I saw Xu Jiangshu leaning against the car door not far away.
He was wearing a pair of thin black-rimmed glasses and cast a careless glance across the vast expanse of falling snow.
Sensing her gaze, Xu Jiangshu slowly raised his hand and tapped his lips with his cool fingertips from afar.
It's a secret, dangerous, and almost vicious flirting move.
"Li Sun," Zhu Ma tightened his arms, his voice a little confused, "Why is your heartbeat so fast suddenly?"
*Cold, stubborn, loveless little white flower x black-bellied art male vixen
*Heaven defeats the bamboo horse / pull / micro reality
Intention: Leaving an old love is like riding a slow train