When the boy I loved finally stood on top of the world, I burst into tears, as if I had seen the lonely and persistent villain in the past, playing football alone against the wall countless times. I understood that I did not love this sport, but I loved him.
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Ahhh, it's cruel but it's beautiful! I am begging the author to open a group for this book written in blood. I really want to see the locked part! QAQ
Ahhh, it's cruel but it's beautiful! I am begging the author to open a group for this book written in blood. I really want to see the locked part! QAQ