Cyan is the most perfect color, Qingzhen has always thought so.
He wears a blue hair tie, a blue robe, and blue clothes with blue shoes.
All I have to do is dye my hair blue or paint my skin blue.
——A walking lump of cyan. Even peacock feathers are not as pure as you? !
Ling Chen couldn't understand how he commented on him like this.
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I want to write a story about a man who has lost his memory and relies on clues in a dream to find his true love.
The poisonous master with a weak hand doesn't like to make philosophy and is attacked by the gentle and affectionate master of Wudang.