This is a birthday message to Qiao Qiao.
When I was a thousand years old, I told her that I would send her an article on her birthday next year, but an unscrupulous person kept delaying it until her birthday this year. I really feel sorry for someone.
I feel that my writing style is not good and the writing is very unsatisfactory. Fortunately, someone is basically satisfied with it, which barely makes up for the guilt I feel.
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