"My name is Shao Kahn, what's yours?"
"Little rain."
"I'm asking for your real name."
"Just call me Xiaoyu."
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Once again, the building was empty. He touched the dust scattered on the coffee table, and the dust covered him.
She always gave him unexpected partings, and he was trapped again, as if he was standing in an empty city, and the rebellious ministers and traitors were his most beloved women.
Conception: