Thirteenth day
an evil cursed day
Love and hate, death and eternal life, everything ends on the thirteenth day.
But you will never succeed next time. I am the one who has eternity, I can wait, I will hold my breath and stare, I will always light up my eyes in the darkness.
I will return!
Traditional Western fantasy works. This is a birthday message written by a friend to Tata. It was originally immersed in the deep corners of Xiaota's electricity. Today I take it out to share with you.
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