The little girl who was most afraid of being forgotten finally had her own new home.
Once we stayed there, it lasted ten years.
The little girl in the orphanage had grown up to be tall and graceful, and she looked back with a different kind of grace.
I can't tell what it is, I just know that from a distance, it looks like a peach blossom blooming in the green valley.
In the new house with the red word "Happy", the candles were burning brightly.
The handsome young man frowned slightly and threw down his wedding stick impatiently. The bride sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed, but did not move.
The bright red Xipa hurt the young man's eyes like an endless burning flame.
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