A bride as blue as the sea and as beautiful as the sea? The cold lake water soaked through my exquisite body, and the tears in the corners of my eyes turned into pearls and surfaced and turned into different kinds of foam. The melody was melodious and profound, as if it could penetrate everything. It was the regret song of the soul, but I don't know who trembled. The cry? Was it the tears of God? It made the world so sad and resentful.
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Purpose: Feudal ideas kill people