I am a crab in a bottle, even if I am running amok, I am useless as a hero. As an aquarius, she must conduct absolutely strict quality inspections on the items she incorporates. If there are any slight flaws, she will bend over the bottle and even break it into pieces. And I am actually a gentle and stubborn crab who has long been accustomed to the space in the bottle. When the bottle tilted slightly, I felt as if I was standing in the air. I walked over and over in mourning over the fragments, which were a mess of bright red. I know that the red color comes from my bleeding heart.
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