Believe in heaven or destiny?
Or is it trusting fate or trusting calamity?
But I never wanted to look back, it was yesterday's string song, the balcony behind the dream.
The beauty is as beautiful as jade, but her youth has been neglected, and she will eventually become a stranger in the world, and her life will be wasted.
The heart has turned into dust, only floating and growing hatred, God's will can do nothing.
Thinking about the eternal sky, the long years, and the loneliness.
I ask you where your heart is. May I hold your hand and accompany you back to the Three Mountains?
In one sentence: This is a story about love, conspiracy, providence and choice.
The copywriting is all nonsense (well, it's actually because the author is incompetent). This article is a tribal fairy tale, master and apprentice article. The author said that she will try her best not to fall into the mold, but as for the result... She probably still cannot escape the stereotype. It would be a great benefit if all the readers could be entertained by the work I enjoy in my spare time. In short, I just ask all readers to bear with me~ The above~ bow, bow, exit, and scatter flowers~ (Is this last one a magic horse?)
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