The sky is filled with flowers, and the sunny sky is filled with flowers. If his person was like his name, he might be happy. Flower Manlou is listening to the rain in front of the window. It sounds lonely. Lu Xiaofeng hugged him from behind and sighed. If that person wasn't him, he would definitely be very happy. However, that person happened to be him.
You are wrong, there is no pity. The building is full of flowers. There is no regret in life.
Yes yes yes! Lu Xiaofeng smiled again, but fortunately, you are still there.
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