"You can't run away, my princess." The man sneered coquettishly, his eyes as deep as a pool filled with too many complex emotions.
He stared deeply at the woman in white who kept running, licked her lips as red as cherry blossoms, and murmured: "You will never escape from me in your life." The woman's white clothes were flying, her long ink-like hair was breathtakingly beautiful, and her fair and delicate skin was charming and seductive, but her face could not be seen clearly. . . . . .
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