The red plum blossoms of death bloom on his chest, my branch. Have you forgiven him?
The snow in Yuancheng in January is moving in color. The huge waves behind me are ringing loudly. Please let me be with you, my dearest Qingzhi.
_(:зゝ∠)_To put it simply, it's a story about a brother's controlling personality splitting into his younger brother's personality and finally killing the scumbag.
_(:зゝ∠)_This article contains transvestite and fetishistic tendencies. Readers who don't like it, please don't read it. Thank you for reading.
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