The cold wind blew away the silence of death, and the creatures that were not allowed to live in the world looked down on all living creatures on the remains of the former glorious building. The red hair is not stained with blood, but the white dress is like a mourning dress for the occasion... That touch of blue, that touch of blue that will never be seen again... If after a thousand years, I will witness your Buddhist path, now, I will become a demon for you...
The place you can never go back to is called hometown, the place you can never reach is the other side
will wait
Life or death...
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She is just a demon
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