There was bright moonlight in front of the bed, which was probably due to frost on the ground.
I raise my head and forget about the bright moon, and lower my head to miss my hometown.
Forgive me for trying to save trouble by not writing a copy, and forgive me for trying to save trouble by not writing a good title...
The story begins like this... Find a family named Mo and let them bury the girl.
The development of the story is like this... I am wishful thinking, my brain is blocked by the door, I am unable to reach high...
The climax of the story is this... You are my concubine, not my wife==!
The story ends like this... The king and the queen lived happily together from then on.
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