The traveler is climbing the mountain ladder. He lowered his head and only looked at the stone steps under his feet. He was so serious and persistent, so he missed the colorful flowers, the green grass and the swaying vines beside him. I wonder why he wanted to climb the mountain ladder? Reaching the mountain just because of desire? Or is it because you care about what others think?
No matter how close the two hearts are, no matter how close they are to each other... If there is no determination, how can we achieve results?
Let me tell you in my last days, my jade-like and transparent sincerity.
Zhao Ying, I just want to say to you, I love you.
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