"Brother, what species do you mean when you say half-dead?"
Yu Luoli answered bluntly: "Schrödinger."
The abdomen can be roundabout "......"
"Did you forget that there are two words at the end..."
"Cats are born with nine lives. This is just a result of the beautification of myths. If someone would apply this theory into practice, they are probably hopelessly stupid. Isn't the essence of your question the same?"
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"Then let me ask you another way. Although I can't live up to my half-death lifestyle, am I not even as good as a cat here?"
Fu Ke hesitated for a few seconds, the night wind shrouded the house in the cold night light, exaggerating the exposure of his face.
"I refuse to answer this question. I will never judge any of your actions with my own eyes. The reason is very simple. Who would have blasphemous opinions about his flashlight in eternal night?"
The bookstore is dotted with stars. At that moment, the words put into words give it a unique value.
The bookstore is the companion of the night, and the emotions that we cannot express in words are what binds you.
As time goes by, if the light fades, you and I will still exist.
Intention: The growing Xinman heals the wounds in the heart