I would like to dedicate this document to my friends who are sleeping underground and far away in heaven.
Cinderella's love is as fragile as a glass slipper. When the clock strikes twelve o'clock, the love that has not yet bloomed is already in her pocket.
The so-called fairy tale about the spindle cursing the princess is nothing more than reincarnation. I am you in the future, and you are me in the past.
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Her brush painted his face, but only this time.
Even though his canvas is still white, he cannot take away the chaotic colors in her painting.
Whose blond hair slipped through whose fingers, whose paint stained whose injury?
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She couldn't tell clearly when she fell in love with him. She only knew that her most troubled days ended with a piece of decisive bad news.
Is his reappearance a blessing or a curse?
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I am not disappointed.
It is up to you to decide whether or not Su Wenquan is the right person.
The writing is messy and choppy.
Update the article quickly.
Because this is a gift for a friend who has passed away, it will never be discontinued.
I would like to dedicate this document to my friend who is still alive.