Su Yiyu touched her head and murmured to herself: "Lin Qianyan, I will take good care of you, so don't be so haggard anymore."
Han Zhiyu turned around and rubbed her into his arms: "No, I will take care of you for the rest of my life."
Seeing the two people who were still so good to her, she felt anxious, "How can you be so lighthearted when it comes to your dual personality? Then let me ask you, Lin Qianyan likes you, and Xiaoxiao likes Han Zhiyu. Now that I am both Lin Qianyan and Xiaoxiao, who should I be with, and whose arms should I cry in?"
The masked doll laughed, and then said in a vicious tone: "You are still so naive until now. I keep pets just to kill, and you are no exception! As long as I feel that it is in the way, they will all go to hell!"
The purpose of life is to continue the long history of cold words;
The meaning of life is to create misfortune for others for one's own pleasure.
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