Ever since I was a child, I have been the pet of a broom star. I choked half to death when I was eating. I was photographed by bricks while shopping. My pants were opened and my cartoon pants were exposed. Even when I went to the toilet, I was lucky enough to be flushed by the toilet. I wandered in the smelly sewers. When I was finally transferred to another place after the clouds cleared and the moon came out, I realized that I was only alive as a soul!
Blow the wind of fate, cut the thread of marriage, sort out the messy love threads, and smooth out the messy grudges. I can only say that I am heartbroken by lovesickness, and I am speechless and shed tears.
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Xinkeng - antique fictional history "Melancholy is pure madness"
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