When thousands of years of infatuated love finally turned into a joke, the pain that penetrated into the bone marrow gave rise to endless torture. Torturing him is also torturing yourself.
Sinking is nothing but the final fulfillment of oneself.
Friendship is the final bargaining chip.
I still remember that year, at the end of the long day, he was coated with a golden halo, which silenced him for an instant. The defeat at that moment would be repeated ten thousand years later, and his sword was deeply buried in his bones and blood. He thought that the pain he had endured for him was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, but little did he know who had betrayed whom in these ten thousand years...
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