Once upon a time, he only wanted to kill one person.
Later, he wanted to defend a city and protect a flower.
Life is full of ups and downs, pride is like the rising sun, loneliness is like a withered flower, the past is gone like smoke, and sorrow is always coming later. When one piece after another is dug out from the deep soil, what is more important than the truth is the human heart. Through the fog, who has fascinated whose eyes, and who has hollowed out whose heart?
I just want to be a ghost under that flower.
Then I must be the most beautiful flower in the world.
He article, there is a deputy cp, the direction of the plot depends on the mood
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