The faint light shone in, and her heart was already a withered well.
But there is always a spirit, waiting for the perfect ending of the supporting point of the character's fate.
Because of the dim light, it always shines in. Instead of measuring the length of life, she chooses the thickness she desires most. Because people have joys and sorrows, they have separation and separation. Because there is birth and old age, there is illness and death. Her heart was actually slowly filling up.
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