There is nothing wrong with destiny, but we meet each other for the first time
This time I missed my destiny, and it was a calamity caused by fate in an instant.
Tied with ten-mile begonia, the fallen flowers are colorful, the flower branches are gently twisted, and the white clothes are flying when I look back.
Thousands of moonlit nights, there is this beautiful woman, the sleeves are filled with smoke, and the exquisite pendants are engraved with youth.
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