There is always a Bai Yutang in my heart: white clothes rustling, riding away on horseback.
There is always a Bai Yutang in my heart, who is arrogant and decisive.
There is always a Bai Yutang in my heart. His white clothes are stained with blood, and he flies over the Sky Tower like a meteor.
Personal essays and reflections are very confusing, please calm down.
Ps: It's really not my fault that I saw Zhan Maomao's smile... I couldn't help it. I have no ill intentions toward Zhan Maomao. After all, I am a rat and cat party member.
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