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The story of Cuiyue "wandering" in various worlds after her death. .
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In a luxurious manor, a handsome-looking man was half-kneeling on the ground, holding flowers in his hands. He looked lovingly at the gorgeously dressed and beautiful woman in front of everyone: "My dear, my feelings for you are true. Your eyes remind me of my mother when I was a child." My dear, the dazzling obsidian on your body, your skin is like the finest pearls that you have carefully cared for... Your soul is like my mother's favorite pure painting... Your beauty and your soul are deeply attracted to me, can you agree to my pursuit? "
Cuiyue: "..."
The man looked at her obsessively
Cuiyue looked from the man's face to the flower in his hand: "This is the reason why you gave me chrysanthemums..."
The man paused for a moment, and then said excitedly: "In my heart, you are as tough and unyielding as she is. Moreover, my mother likes it and asks me to give her a bouquet every year on her birthday. I really want to tell her how the woman I like is in line with her taste."
Cuiyue turned her hand and "touched" the man's forehead. Blood flowed out. Cuiyue retreated in time: "Well, I have fulfilled your wish. No need to thank you. Just treat it as a reward for your salute today."
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Cui Yue survives strongly in a world where the ratio of funny, weird, mentally ill, and normal people is 5:6:3:0.2.