Below the Thousand-Ren Peak, and up the hundred-step cliff, there is a narrow escape from death. One is trying his best to survive with blood, and the other is not asking about the past or raising doubts, but just wants to be warm. It just so happens that what one's heart desires is what one is unable to resist. If this is the case, does it mean that no matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will be your friend in this life? Do you feel that even though it is a doomed tragedy like a moth to a flame, you still can't help but want to absorb the warmth that clearly does not belong to you? But do you still remember? The katydid feathers and floating wings are so beautiful that they only sigh about life and death.
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