All the once pure white children grow up and sink little by little in the cruel life, and we will not know the sadness until a long, long time later.
Will all the haze really pass? Mo Fan, Maile, in this hopeless society, can we go on peacefully...
Bai Chu, Ji Rongge, what kind of pain have we suffered in the fateful love? There is never love without reason in the world. It's just that, for some reason you can't understand, I didn't confess. Or you happened to smile when we met; or you frowned. So, I love it. So, here I am.
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