In the evening the jackdaws are sad. The willow pond is fresh green but gentle. If you don't have hatred in your eyes, you don't believe that there are white heads in the world. My intestines are broken and my tears are hard to hold back. Acacia returns to the Little Red Building. Love and knowledge have been blocked by mountains, and I often lean against the railings and cannot feel free.
Jingwan, these six years cannot compare to the deep love you have had with him for half a lifetime. Wuchi Kindergarten is my fate. I already knew the outcome.
It's a pity that everyone thinks that I am like a flower that has fallen into silence and is as pale as a chrysanthemum, but they don't know that in fact, I feel like I am in trouble if I don't talk about myself.
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★Fan of "Bizhen Shen"★
★Cheng Xinzhi's perspective★
★I'll show you the abuse from another angle★
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