If possible, I must not meet you. Even if I die alone, even if I have gray hair and gray beard, I never want to meet the fate of this life again.
Loli version:
"Little girl, what's wrong? Why are you crying like a tearful person?" A smile bloomed on the corners of Lang Cheng's lips, and he stretched out his hand to hold Qianxue on his lap.
Girls version:
"Lang Qianxue! What do you know! Don't always think about running away from me." Lang Cheng suddenly threw Qianxue onto the car seat. His jaw was stiff and tight, and his fists were tightly clenched.
Women's version:
"Qianxue. Let's do something else." Lang Cheng lowered his head slightly, his whole face buried in the shadows.
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