No matter how close the two asymptotes are, they will never intersect, but the narrow distance in the middle has accumulated into a tower day by day in decades of longing, until it accumulates into a pale and huge city.
He is cold, irritable, and irritable. He has sharp barbs all over his body, trying to stab everyone who comes close. And he is beautiful, elegant and powerful, with the gentleness of the world's deepest hero. It's a pity that no matter what others think, it is never you who makes him become like that.
In the heroic story, you are just a nameless bystander.
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