Urban love story. Not funny, not lighthearted, not heavy. There is some warmth and love, and there is also some coldness and resentment.
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Listen to you, it's retribution, it's the Ten Thousand Volumes Sutra, you shake your head, don't think about it, forget it, don't think about it even if you're not familiar with it, don't think about Qiong Yao, there's still Mu Tao, recite the Ten Thousand Volumes Sutra, recite the retribution, recite the mantra, recite the mantra, blame me for that day.
She had already suffered enough from the public criticism, and she had probably anticipated the divergent public opinions. Even when you cry, you always turn your back on others. When you are at your most dangerous and embarrassing, you laugh most instinctively.
The city is full of decadence and corruption. Only love is like a dream that gets smaller and smaller, like pain that tilts from all sides.
She said, it's true that we like money, and it's also true that we like power. Women inherently lack a sense of security, and material things are not just a simple enjoyment for women, but also a form of dependence. However, the only thing we did wrong was that we should not base our sense of security on the fatigue of the man we love.
So she ran with her injuries in a panic. Passing by beauty and sorrow. Likewise, passed by this story.
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Yu Yiran. A non-mainstream bloody masterpiece!
The water is exquisite. Forgetting each other's world and being fearless.
Yibaijun. Love does not develop linearly, it develops intermittently and non-linearly.
Lantern Flower said that there is no fairy tale in love.
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