It is a kind of flower, which is called poison.
White. The purest and most soul-stirring.
Pink is too delicate, purple is too dark, and red is too flirtatious.
Only white and blooming can be called in full swing.
But, that's not a flower.
That is a harmful demon that will only penetrate deep into your bones and hollow out your heart.
We call this flower love. Only when the poppy withers is the other side...
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"Hey, Tezuka... You're here..."
"Fuer! Don't move, you are covered in injuries!"
"Hey... Tezuka... I'm sorry for keeping you waiting..."
"Fuji! Open your eyes Fuji!"
"... Hey, Tezuka, I... Love you..."
Large pieces of peach petals were scattered under the cliff, and he held the dying man in his arms. The woman took a look and finally closed her eyes with a wry smile.
Many years later, they lived happily in the cabin under the cliff.
In the world, everything about Mulian Pavilion is still a mystery...
However, those storms will eventually stop, and the sky will be clear.
It's been many years again, and it's sunny after the rain.
He opened the door, and outside the door was him in a bamboo hat covered with water drops.
"Hey, welcome back, Guoguang..."
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