So-called
1V1 (Don't take the wrong position~~~) The cold general, the evil prodigal son, the so-called generals... Are just people who need my full protection. The so-called prodigal son... Is just someone who needs my heart and soul. The sea of white platycodon flowers, under the moon, is as charming as the young man in green who is scorching under the indifference. The sea of white platycodon flowers shone softly under the setting sun, just like the gentleness of the young man in red under the madness. Legend has it that the blooming of platycodon flowers represents the return of happiness. But, who knows the language of platycodon flowers? (This is my first time writing, so please forgive me if it's not good~~)
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