You will not live if you do your own thing! Tong Fang just wanted to feel the blood and blood in the world and enjoy the grudges. But she didn't even touch the hem of Jianghu's clothes, so she was forcibly brought here, and had to work as a slave to make money. Looking up at 45 degrees, the sadness flowing back into the river was no longer enough to explain her mood at this time. To use a popular saying nowadays, what kind of evil was this?
After eighteen years of darkness, he thought she was the only glimmer of light in her life, but she was just playing in the world, and he even wanted to leave. So what should he do with his gradually losing heart?
Traveling through short stories and ordinary love,
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