I don't know why I can't forget her. It's been eight years. Can love really be worth the long wasted years?
Until he saw her in tight black clothes standing in front of her like a black lightning. The sea breeze blew by, raising her broken hair at the temples. Her murderous eyes were full of firmness and determination, and the sniper gun in her hand gave off a cold light...
At that moment, I finally understood that she was like a unique weapon, with the most charming appearance and the most lethal lethality.
Once targeted, there is nowhere to escape...
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