I don't know when I started to learn to appreciate guitar chords alone...
I don't know when it started, but I like to smile quietly alone...
I don't know when it started, but I burst into tears alone...
Moxibustion Wu squeezed the transparent bottle in her hand, and her fingers were slightly white after squeezing.
He is enduring, enduring the pain caused by his heart. The excessive frequency seems to be clamoring for the limits of his body, but he is still enduring. He must endure until a person comes back, endures until that person smiles, and endures until that person shouts his name from the bottom of his heart.
He has never been a free person, but he has always been a strong person. His life has always been arranged by others. From beginning to end, he has never done what he wanted to do.
When I was a child, I envied normal children who could happily play football and coquettishly encourage their parents to buy toys. Even if they got into an angry fight and were covered in dust, this was still a happy thing.
Sweat streaked across his face, pale face, soft breathing, faint moans...
Growing up, the only concepts in Moxi Wu's mind were to maintain the magnetic field and protect the white power.
Can I live for myself once...
He slightly pulled the corners of his mouth to suppress the darkness of fainting, and took a deep breath.
Live once, the only time, the last time.
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