The Shuishui she knew was like this, arming her appearance, always wrapping her fragile side in a thorny coat, and never taking off her coat in front of outsiders. Tang Yanyan watched her unscrupulously disarming herself in front of her, but then slowly piercing the thorns back into her skin one by one without her realizing it. When she noticed, the outcome of everything changed from the original appearance, leaving no room for change.
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