Dressed in a string of lovesickness, under the red bean tree in southern China, my mind is full of troubles and sorrows.
"You give me a short paragraph, and I will give you a long string." Mr. Zhan's calligraphy is still free and elegant.
Bai Yutang put Hongdou against his chest and raised the corners of his mouth.
I haven't finished Qiwu, so I'll just treat this article as an AU [face covering] If there are any bugs, please forgive me_(:з∠)_
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