When she was young, she was wearing a light purple pleated princess dress
Her pink and milky white hands held up her slightly baby chin, puffed out her cheeks, pouted her lips, and looked at him angrily with her clear and agile eyes, pure and pure.
PS: This article was published on an ID where I had already committed suicide before. It was messed up at that time and I owe you a ending. Now I have made up for it. The article is very short and was written a year ago. The writing style is immature, but it is written with great care. It is also the first novel I have written. Please don't mind.
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