Xiaojie and Qi Ya always have countless stories.
The silent valley is full of lilies of the valley, and the wind is telling and telling.
As a result, a vague, vivid, painful, forgotten, and unconcealable past was involved. We watched each other at both ends of the world.
——What is happiness?
I am very happy now.
——What is freedom?
I can choose to like you, this is freedom.
——What is alive?
As long as I love you from the bottom of my heart, living and dying are the same thing.
I just want the last to be the last. Our delusions can penetrate reality.
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