I don't know when I started to like purple, and suddenly I had such an impulse to like a color, and I liked it like crazy.
When the other girl left, what was left to her was more loneliness and loneliness. It turned out that her heart was dead and no one could rekindle it. It turned out that only when she truly loved someone did she understand what pain was. Purple was his favorite color, so she fell in love with this color because she could no longer get his love, so she had to love what he loved.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, she casually opened a chat room. When someone asked her name, she was silent for a while and answered: Zihuaji
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