The beauty held an oil-paper umbrella in her hand and smiled.
A beautiful person hides a sharp sword, and a smile hides a sword.
The wind rustles and lifts the beauty's clothes.
The hatred in the blood and the love in the blood cannot keep his heartbeat or his breathing.
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Mu Ya's first work, I hope you will support it!
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Also, this is definitely not a time travel story, so if you don't like it, don't read it! |~*^0^*~|```