In the beautiful summer, the ripples suddenly appear, leaving little traces.
There were a few leaves on his messy hair, his collar and trousers were scratched by branches, and his face was paler than the dead.
She just appeared in front of everyone with this appearance.
The windmill is whirring, and another golden summer has arrived.
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