She said, the world or me, which one will you choose? He chose the world, and she was willing to die for his world. There would be no more flowers and bones in the world. Thousands of years later, even if we meet again, we should not know each other. She said, Immortal, please follow me back to the Cloud Forest and be my husband-in-law~\(≧▽≦)/~The bone-painting party, the bone-painting stepmother, the master of abuse, don't have a glass heart.
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