There is a kind of woman who is like poison, she will be destroyed instantly if she touches her lightly, but she still loves her without hesitation until everything is desolate. And only by struggling to taste its sweetness and bitterness can we fight poison with poison, so that no poison can invade it. In the final analysis, it is just a word of love...
Do you also know that for me, your so-called foreshadowing is poison that penetrates the intestines? I am willing to write a lifetime for you!
The lingering love is gone, where does the love go?
The flowers on the other side bloom like snow, and the eternal sin of forgetting the river is a promise.
The fate is deep and the fate is shallow. If this is the case, all the love will be exchanged for this life.
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