The first time she fell into the river, she crossed over.
The second time I fell into the river, I was reborn.
The third time she fell into the river, when those warm hands reached out to her desperately, they finally melted the snow in her heart.
She once let go of all scruples to love someone, but her plain hands, like green plum blossoms, could not pluck the strings gently and could not pluck his raw heart.
She finally became an indifferent person.
After many years, the red plum blossoms have fallen and spring comes again.
There is only one person who, despite all the sails, remains in the same place and has not gone far.
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This article focuses on sweetness, supplemented by cruelty for the sake of plot.
Conception: