Copywriting:
There was a thick white mist in front of me, and I couldn't see the distance clearly. All I could see was the white...
Also, those eyes with sad and sad eyes.
Who is it?
His head hurt... He covered his head. Who were those eyes? How could he forget them?
He tried hard to hold back his headache and think about those sad eyes.
But why does my chest feel like tearing pain when I think of those eyes?
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