[ Evil] Xiaoxiao

You molded a city out of mud and said you would marry me in the future. How many times did you turn around when you entered the door? How many times did you pass through the door? The little vows of youth wasted in vain, but the little vows were still unstable. The little tears were still holding up the young lips. When you were talking about separation, you moved the little bench to be fascinated by the play. I followed you all the way. Intention: