For fresh branches, the flawlessness under withering is the price of harvesting the answer.
Plant ten thousand lotus flowers and sprout among all living beings, waiting for ten thousand answers in the world of mortals.
When I think of you, I go, woo woo woo~
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All in all, this should be a lengthy sadomasochistic wrapper. In the past life and this life, I have lost my memory and forgotten my feelings, exchanged bodies, and had a deep love between master and disciple. You died for me and I died for you.
Super bloody Jack Su, the cruelty comes from the outside world, the sweet and sour kind, let's see if my brain can drain the water.
Super narcissistic Black Lotus, the big boss of the immortal world, I love you, but if you don't love me, then let's go to Little Black Room Attack
Author's troubles: This article is inspired by a song by an ancient singer that Shang Shangchao likes. The general clues of the plot can also be incorporated into the lyrics. However, the author is a newcomer and has no friends or relatives related to copyright. Inquiring about Du Niang has yielded no results for the time being. It's still a bit unclear whether this is a derivative or original. Little cuties who know this knowledge are welcome to correct me. The originality label ORZ will be changed as soon as possible after receiving relevant information and verification.
Intention: Holding on to love is both bitter and sweet. The so-called letting go of attachment is just deep in the heart. You are happy when you gain it and calm when you lose it.