The mandala buds have already been planted, just waiting for the flowers to bloom.
Goose feathers are flying in the snow, and a red dress is as red as blood, stained like clouds and white snow.
He smiled seductively, turned and left.
The white clothes are as flawless as a snow lotus melting into the Tianshan Mountains. There is still blood on the left chest.
The smile on her lips seemed to have never disappeared.
Standing frozen.
Then, he gradually fell down.
Cursed love flower, hopeless love.
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