Yang Jian, it has been a thousand years. Did you marry me because you loved me or because you felt guilty?
The man next to the door froze and didn't say anything after all.
It has been a thousand years, this thousand years of torture, this thousand years of forcing, in the end it is the moon in the water, completely shattered tonight.
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In front of the Immortal Execution Platform, the woman said categorically, "Yang Jian, do you believe it or not, even if you jump from here and start over, I will still love you then?"
Cun Xin, I believe it, but what about you?
Seven hundred years later, Chen Xiang looked at the woman holding his uncle's hand and his eyes widened, Ding Ding Ding Xiang?
The woman in pink shirt chuckled and said, "Agarwood, I am your former second aunt."
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A pure brain game. Writing and such, ahem, just take a look.