Ningxia was lying on the bed reading a novel.
It is a childhood animation fanfic, but it is delicate and gentle, completely divorced from the cheerful and offline fairy tale world.
A story about secret love is not earth-shattering, but it moved Ningxia to tears.
She was lying on the bed biting the ear of the panda pillow, but the pain in her chest spread like vines to every fingertip.
Alas, this level of abuse has become normal for her. Abuse stories, especially those with a strong sense of reality, are often indispensable in her ordinary and hidden fearful life. Being able to feel her own heartbeat is indispensable.
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Well, it's just a little bit Lily-like - -
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