Holy Mother, this word appears often in my writing.
Readers often criticize my protagonist, the Virgin, but they don't know that in reality I have always been the Virgin.
When I turned eighteen, my Mary's disease became particularly serious, and I gave away the person I had guarded for fifteen years...
PS:
1) This is a short story from a first-person perspective, so those who read in the first person should be careful.
2) Life is full of blood. When cups of blood accumulate, it becomes a plate of blood. Therefore, please be mentally prepared before reading.
The new article has been opened, brother's happiness↓
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