When she was eight years old, she was hugged and kissed by him. From then on, his majestic figure and handsome face could no longer be erased from her young memory. A few years later, her father was framed and hunted, and was forced to take her to flee to Jin to beg for a wandering life. A few years later, her father gave up and returned to the west. She was helpless and desperate and cried in the wilderness. She happened to meet him who was returning home from the war with his army. From then on, a story of repayment with weeping ghosts and gods was performed, and a magnificent idiom was left to history - death should be knotted with grass, or repayment with knotted grass.
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Hahaha, I feel like I'm divided. Sometimes I'm lucky and sometimes I'm nana.
Hahaha, I feel like I'm divided. Sometimes I'm lucky and sometimes I'm nana.