—Vati, you once asked me if he was my lover.
—What's your answer?
—I want it to be.
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I kissed the resolute, handsome but sad face, and held the cold body in my arms, just like holding Caesar's solemn and gorgeous deep purple shirt dripping with bright red.
If our feelings are Miao Ran, then what is our destiny, our entire destiny? Is the fallacy doubled by irresponsibility? Or a higher power of fallacy?