One is Pian Ranxuexian
One is an elf fox
In the haze, he still looks the same as before, but no longer has the stunning glance, the distant look, the little expectation, and the faint admiration that he presumed to be the fox demon. But now he hides his heart, can't stop looking at me, a person with deep love, one word or sentence can hurt me so deeply that I can't take it back.
Who says gods and Buddhas are heartless?
This is a story that goes back and forth, with a touch of sadness
But it doesn't stop suddenly, love is always reincarnated
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