Sorrow is like a river that never stops. What is muddled is always memory.
It's finally clear. The smiling eyebrows of the crowd looking back were raised and slightly raised.
The shattered water splash remained still in the air, dancing gracefully like a charming elf.
The blur of the picture, the spread of colors, the confusion of the intersection spread out.
Just like, as if, suddenly a dream.
Then, the wind blew... And the clouds dispersed.
Love, at best, is like a flower in the mirror.
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Reader comments
Ah ah, everyone is doing well in this line. The brotherhood of the Qi family and their love are great, and the love between the parents is also great.
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Hurry up~~~
I'm impatient~~~
Even if good and bad times come together, let them have a good life for two more days, and don't start to abuse them next!
I went back to worship God during the Chinese New Year, and made a wish that the authors would update more, but now... Eh...
Ah ah, everyone is doing well in this line. The brotherhood of the Qi family and their love are great, and the love between the parents is also great.
，
Hehe, spread the flowers, spread the flowers! ! !
Hurry up~~~ I'm impatient~~~
Even if good and bad times come together, let them have a good life for two more days, and don't start to abuse them next!
I went back to worship God during the Chinese New Year, and made a wish that the authors would update more, but now... Eh...