It's copywriting again, tangled.
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It would be interesting if two people lost two different memories one after another and then missed them subtly.
If there is a god in this world, he will definitely say this jokingly and then look at him coldly.
So by the time I knew everything, he was already far, far away from me.
Looking at the setting sun in the sky, the mottled blood is red, as if it were embroidered.
Just like our past that gave birth to embroidery.
Fragmented.
The me who always tries to save you is actually just a coward with low self-esteem and cowardice.
Watch you walk your own path step by step, hurting yourself to pieces step by step.
Zhuge Mingyue, enough is enough, enough is enough, stop it.
I couldn't shout.
I love him and he loves the person he hates.
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Audience: You are literary again. . .
Bing: Squatting in the corner, I was wrong. . .