The sunset is the setting sun that is about to leave. The red sky is like blood, staining your eyes and... My tears.
If this belongs to the past, then what is the unknown that belongs to the future?
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This is the most formal style of writing on a certain night -v-#This article is from a past life, reincarnation: http://www. Jjwxc. Net/onebook. Php? Novelid=260219
In addition, this is not the whole story, there are more chapters.
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