His clothes were flying, and his plain clothes stood out against the raging sea of fire, and the smile on his face was charming. He slowly opened his hand, his eyes full of passion: "Wan'er, would you like to come with me?"
He was leaning on the couch with drunken eyes and his hair was all over the floor. He half-squinted his eyes and asked with a smile: "Momo, would you like to leave this place of right and wrong with me?"
This is the first time we met...
In ten years, the moss on whose fingertips turns to frost
For ten years, Zhaohua will only stay for you.
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