She really doesn't need much. Like a humble flower, all she needs is a ray of light to bloom into her brightest smile.
After a grand display of fireworks blooms, all that remains is endless darkness, concealing the splendor that came before.
From the moment I fell for you, I was destined to be unable to escape.
The fifth story: The Ripples of Jona Misa.
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It's so tragic. Sister Yan, you must be the stepmother!!! Some silly orchid