Jian Jian has always felt that happiness seems to be far away from her.
What you have is always lost.
My father died young, leaving only a vague shadow.
My mother married into a wealthy family and became someone else's mother.
Later, it turned out that even my husband belonged to someone else.
Well, he didn't belong to himself either,
But, who can tell her,
Who does this man holding his little bun in front of him belong to?
I am incompetent as a copywriter, so please bear with me.
Hey, beautiful Guliang, come to my breeding shed quickly! ~
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