Zhuang Qiyu combed her long hair in front of the mirror every day, then put it into a half-face makeup, painted eyebrows, rouge, and finally painted a purple hibiscus on the lower left side of her neck. The hibiscus bloomed on her chest, lifelike. Zhuang Qiyu was happy with purple, and purple was melancholy.
He is a killer, a ruthless killer. His name is Shi Luomo. He likes black and black loneliness. As the name suggests, Shi Luomo is lonely.
Maybe it's fate, maybe it's conspiracy. Anyway, the annual wheels of fate have slowly turned, promoting the process of conspiracy...
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