Joy shimmers in the warm sunlight; emptiness emerges beneath the cold moon.
The shift between day and night may be no more than changing from one mask to another.
Steel-and-concrete towers divide the sky into fragments.
Are the crowds threading through the glass jungle still innocent?
Does everyone carry a wound deep in their heart that they cannot bear to touch?
Even Shennong, who tasted a hundred herbs, could not escape the deadly poison that breaks the heart;
And you, who save the souls of so many, who will save you?
It's not natural to borrow money from others, but it's good to be able to lend it willingly. . . . Is this woman so sensitive? She's like a hedgehog. . .
Ah Cheng, I've wandered into your territory today, so work hard! Take care of yourself! Keep squatting.
Like it very much. . . I saw that Xu Qiuyang also has a mental illness. It's weird. . Looking forward to the follow-up
It seems that I have grabbed the sofa, Yingying finally reappears in the world, like it first
I really like your original article. . . Unfortunately it's not the ending I wanted. . . I really like your slightly childish style of writing. . . And magnificent dreams. . . It almost made me feel like I was Shuer. . . The child who has been searching for his heart. . . Feeling sorry for their fate. . . Illicit love always reminds them that this love will have no results. . . Alas~ I don't know if the right wing of Tianlai Zhiyuan has been updated. . . I'll go take a look. . . Read this next time. . .
I came to see your new pit! I'll also go check out your old trap. I'll write it to Changping. I'm still waiting for your reply!
●Hi... Dear British... The little life after marriage is going well... Digging a new hole again... Continue to support... Come on...^_^...
Very good! Come on! Come on!!!!!!!
Xu Ziqi, that, is not Mrs. Li who is about to give birth again and again. . . . . . . . . .
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