Who is whose fault? Who is whose calamity?
Hatred and hate, world and gentleman, how to choose? A moment of misunderstanding ruined everything, but a moment of hatred made me embark on the path of avoiding typhoid fever at high altitudes.
Who can not feel sad about such loneliness, and who can endure it?
A period of mortal life, a period of calamity. Whether the choice you make now is right or wrong, you will only know when you end it...
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Uh, uh, there is something wrong, please forgive me, readers.
I went to dream about Duke Zhou. Goodbye. And don't worry, everyone, I don't know how to dig a hole. Even if I dig a hole, I will jump out of it myself, and I won't let you jump out.