"I'm just a substitute." And that's the worst.
The girl's slender fingers slowly touched her beautiful blue-green eyes, and the corners of her bright red mouth curved into a mocking and desperate arc.
"Now, would you like to hear me tell a story?" Her eyes revealed a hint of confusion, recalling some beautiful memories. "That was a story that happened in the summer three years ago..."
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Glglglglgl! (¯¯)
Hmm, this is a sister article, the product of whim, so it will be rough and you will have blood on your face, hehehe