Trembling, very slight trembling, overflowing with despair. Still can't, still can't raise the knife at him! When the vagina was pierced and made a dull, wet sound, Lucia thought, and had a clear and profound dream in the vagueness, which was unforgettable and profound. In the dream, there was a windy and rainy night, Haiyan's bloody smile, a bright and warm embrace like summer, and the words "I'm sorry". These were all her memories of losing him. Like an old classic movie that is released all the time, she was indulged in the repeated interpretation of herself and could not extricate herself.
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