I once saw someone say: "The most obscure ship I ever shipped was you and me. I was the only one in the fandom." I didn't understand it then. Only while coming up with this story did I finally understand the feeling firsthand. So this story may end in a BAD END, because whenever I think of the original models for the masters, I feel that separation is unavoidable. So let me tell this story with a heart that plans ahead and a pen that clings to a faint hope. If we really can stay together in the martial world, then one day I'll share this story with you. Though this isn't our story, the two protagonists are you and me.
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Foxiu's ability to survive in JJ is simply making people cry…
Come on↖(^ω^)↗
Pei Yuandao: Of course I know Lingxuelou. My niece and son-in-law are all products of Lingxuelou =L=