Holding the cold city wall in hand, swallowing the lonely splendor, how can we easily compensate for what we missed?
He hurt her, abandoned her, and betrayed her. In this chaotic battle, I don't know who was who's substitute, and who placed his love on whom.
"I still remember you, but I don't love you anymore. I don't want you anymore."
Where is the old friend? The smoke and water are vast.
Summer is here, and the prunella should wither.
(This article was first published by the pseudonym Lin Guanjian, but because the author was too stupid, he forgot his password and had to open a new account to update. Readers who don't know the truth, please don't comment)
Let's start a novel.
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