When the clock struck noon on February 30, I looked at my lover who fell to the ground and felt a headache.
Yes, this is the 35th time I have lost my lover, and it is also the 30th time I have successfully killed her. But this time, looking back on my past, I plan to make a different decision, because no one in this world loves her more than me.
"I love you until February 30th,
But your appearance is as impossible as February 30th. "
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Welcome everyone to complain and discuss
But if you don't like it, please leave Diancha quietly, thank you.