"Are you worried about me?" He looked at her, raised his eyebrows and smiled. His dark eyes were full of joy, but they were unfathomable and full of pride: "In this world, there are many people who fear me, and there are also many people who hate me. If you dare to offend me, you can break it off with ten fingers. Those who really dare to do it... I really can't remember."
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"She is the most eccentric woman I have ever seen. She is unpredictable, but makes people want to wonder. Who is she..." He quietly stared at the woman in the distance who was wearing light blue cloth and holding a fragrant wood fan and curiously playing with the things on the street. Her tall and handsome figure stood in the attic of the bustling downtown. The simple and noble gold silkworm thorn brocade sleeves fluttered in the wind and shone brightly under the reflection of the rising sun.
She is his fate, and he is her calamity. Was their encounter a coincidence, or was it fate?
In the troubled times of intrigue and chaos, I join hands with you and live and die together. I only hope that one day we will leave the world and forget each other in the world...
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