"Hey! You...?"
"What about me?"
"You are despicable! You are shameless! You are vile..."
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the flowers are fragrant, but their fragrance is overflowing, making people feel warm in the extremely cold season.
Why is her back so familiar? It seems like I have seen it somewhere before, but it also seems very strange...
"Ha! Be honest with me, or I'll sell you out!" He pinched her nose to make her laugh.
"How dare you!"
Why do I always feel that all this is arranged by God, like a continuous fate in the past and present life, but why are you so heartless?
"Hey! Doctor, please save her! She was injured because of me!"
"Hey! Master, I'm afraid..."
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