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The hazy moonlight is like a wandering heart, and tears fall drop by drop on the delicate flowers. Will the grudges from the past life be understood in this life?
I don't understand the moonstone, the sadness behind the charm of the moonstone
Moon Shadow Stone doesn't understand, tears under Moon Shadow Stone's smile
Dolls don't have human hearts but they have extremely important bonds.
The story of the doll is about to begin. Will the dream of reincarnation end?