The crabapple flowers in the courtyard have bloomed again. She sat under the crabapple tree and caressed his tombstone. Her lonely figure looked out of place in the vibrant spring scenery. Could it be that if some people missed it, it would really be irreversible?
This is the first novel written by the stupid author. I hope the little angels who have the chance to read it will click in and take a look.
Please, please (?ω?)
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