That winter, there was auspicious snowfall, and overnight, the red plum trees in the red plum forest bloomed one after another.
The snow is falling, and no matter how hard I try, I can't touch the plum blossoms.
He came and stood under the brilliant plum tree, showing his gentle and gentle smile.
He put his hands on my waist and gently lifted me up.
I picked a red plum with my tentacles, then lowered my head and happily showed it off to him.
He raised his head and smiled softly, holding the corners of his lips. At this moment, it seemed as if the whole world had lost color in front of him.
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