I became who I am today because of a wonderful trip I took four years ago. I didn't know that I was named after your surname. Falling in love with someone who only has a past and no future. So I was terrified and treated every encounter as a farewell. Buddha said, it cannot be said, it cannot be said, it is wrong to say it. Therefore, I look for it in my dream while lying on my pillow, but the dream is not a lamp and burns out. What? Am I marrying my "uncle"? Ah, have you ever seen such a handsome and handsome "uncle"?
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