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Shen Qingqing thinks: Love, in poetry and songs, is the desire to have the person you love and stay together till the end of your life. In reality, spilling blood is the eternal pursuit of men and women. Otherwise, why would my boyfriend disappear out of thin air? Did he travel through time? Look, how bloody.
Song Zijin thought: Love? What the hell, I've never heard of it.
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Shen Qingqing thought for a moment: What is love? Wait a minute, the boiled fish in the pot is ready. Let's talk later.
Song Zijin looked at the running back, his thin lips parted slightly: Shen Qingqing...
I am not the first throb in your youth, but I will become the best destination in your long life.
Qingqing Zijin only listens to poetry;
But because of you, I sing and act.