The peach blossoms in spring are so beautiful, clusters of pink clouds float in the air, and the peach blossoms sigh as they fall one by one.
She stood under such a tree, her hair and shoulders stained with the scent of sunshine. A few elves, as light as light mist, slipped in front of her eyelashes. She closed her eyes slightly, then opened them again, her eyes flickering and showing some mischief.
I understand that my life is over, the life of Yang Xiao, the life of a bohemian man. From this moment on, I will start a new life, and she will never leave me again. In other words, it will never leave my heart again.
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