Luoluo Xianjia, Xiaoao Yanxia. That year, the swans flew into the sky, the black birds returned to their nests, and the golden autumn bloomed in a brilliant tree.
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Imaginary original work, Weasel Crying, Xian Xia...... The writing motivation is not pure, I have been frustrated by AB for a long time, the overall structure of the character setting is not full, and the outline only has two sentences. . . ＝＝. . . Just think of it as an irresponsible way to vent your boring and boring internship life. TAT