What is love? Hermione thought about this question for the first time in her life. The love with Harry is a pure white flower that blooms in this life, and Draco is just like a glimpse in the dusk of night. The soldiers and horses swayed the flowers, and the years silently planted their shadows. Life is full of twists and turns, and separations and separations are unpredictable. Looking back suddenly, I realize that no matter whether it is a flower of light or a shadow of moonlight, loving someone for one lifetime is enough.
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