Once, I thought I would not regret spitting out that mouthful of Meng Po soup.
My and his hands, which were dragged apart, seemed to still be warm. I remember saying, I will never forget you in the next life.
So, I secretly spit out the mouthful of Meng Po soup.
In March, Jiangnan is still the same as it was three hundred years ago. The green willows are like smoke, the bright lake is like a mirror, the occasional fluttering swallows, and the drizzle are still like weaving. Nothing seems to have changed. It's just my heart, so tired
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Below is the audio of the long review "Obsession of a Sacrifice" written by Qi Qi for her dear friend Di Xue Ting. Qi Qi likes it very much. Enjoy everyone~
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