Although there is fate, it is also a poison. The drama of fighting for power and profit is being staged at every level. Can you get rid of the gears of fate? The years are silent, who can accompany whom to old age. A pillow of yellow beams, painted on the ground as a prison...
The sun is thinning while leaning on the railing, and the train of plain clothes dances several times. Raise your hand to see the stars, when will the cool night scene end?
The persecution of parents, the promises of bamboo horses, one cannot help oneself, one cannot help oneself.
He took a step forward and just pinched her neck, with a ferocious smile, "You betrayed me for him, regardless of your little sister's safety, but you have deep love for him. I would like to know how much he can do to you!"
She wanted to speak, but it only made the oppression a little heavier. It wouldn't be a bad thing to die like this, and everything would have nothing to do with her.
As if he could read her thoughts, he let go of her hard and said through gritted teeth: "If he doesn't go back to prison for a day, you'll have to stay here!" He tossed his robe and left with anger still lingering.
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