A plate of tofu, a fate,
A must-have seasoning for making complaints.
Miss Guang said with a smile, my sister is just a soy sauce maker, do you believe it?
After everyone's contempt, Miss Guang smiled and said, okay, I admit that I just came to tease the beautiful boy.
Hey, Miss Guang, please don't be so pessimistic. This story is just about youth and love. The bloody bitterness or the joy of complaining are all just floating clouds.
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