This is the story of blossoming flowers. The love and hate in his or her heart will continue forever...
"Oh, this is the first time I hate my identity so much. I dare not tell you that I have always loved you, but the pain of falling in love but not being able to stay together can be borne by myself. It also lets me know that I will still feel pain in these long years..."
"Don't you know how to cry? What, why are you crying? Come on, smile..."
"Forgive me and let me be selfish for a moment. If I die, you will never forget me. Hehe."
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