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Warmth is a luxury.
Lu Rongzhi paid the price with his life to make that awkward little devil understand what love is.
Teach him how to love, and then let him love others.
He paid a heavy price to break the young man's former cold shell, but also dissipated the last trace of warmth in his heart.
The sunflower finally struggled in the fire and turned into a charred object. The orange firelight was reflected in the ice-blue eyes, trembling with leaps and bounds.
Lin Yanyan did not cry, but smiled gently at the wolves in the courtyard.
Now, teacher.
You said you wanted to see me smile.
Betrayal and struggle, stubbornness and impulsiveness.
Who promises someone to live forever, but doesn't want the oath to be burned without even ashes left?
Exclude warmth and smile with various masks.
Yan Shan tried his best to get closer but was still pushed away. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see through the expression behind Lin Yanyan's mask.
Don't be so anxious to deny me, don't push me away so hard.
All I can see is your loneliness.
Longing for warm loneliness.