The predetermined destiny is carefully crafted by whose hands.
In the dream that was suddenly shattered, whether the iris is still in full bloom.
The look of the person he trusted the most gradually overlapped with the mocking eyes hidden in the dark.
"Let him have a few more days of singing and singing every night." His slender index finger stroked the edge of the jade bottle, and the jade color corresponded, with a kind of gentle beauty. "Create a big dream to comfort me in the countless dark and quiet nights in the future."
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Please let me try again. When you are as old as an iris, you will have a worry-free smile.