After Sang Baixia was reborn, she realized that she was just one of the characters in other people's stories.
All the good qualities are preset labels, wrapping her up one by one, and finally tied into a bow, locking her firmly.
Until this day, she was standing on the snow track, listening to the words of the snow friend whizzing past her ears, "You can skate so well even though the snowboard is not even high."
The young child stood among the white snow, awakening her dream.
She struggled to take off the shackles on her head, which was a halo called the heroine, leading to the so-called happiness and descendants.
Only there is no dream for her.
Only without her will.
I use the championship to crown myself.
This is my crown, mine alone.
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The sound of the mountain snowfield pierced the air, and the ice and snow shattered under her feet.
She used the cliff to collide with the storm, and the double plank split the longitude and latitude of the sky and the earth. Weightlessness was no longer falling, it was her challenge to the sky.
The broken snow splashed like silver scales, surging and submerging the invisible shackles.
The cold wind howled beside me and condensed into white flames, turning into a battle flag and carving a new trajectory.
She slid down the slope, and the skis under her feet were her wings for soaring.
"Amidst the snowy waves, she is a free soul who breaks through the shackles"
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1. Competition is the main focus, and the emotional line is thin (this is the author's own waste)
2. There is a segment of face-slapping and abuse
3. The heroine's competitive direction will be determined when writing the article.
4. Completely imaginary, refer to the actual competition system and make certain changes
Mission: Tenacity, perseverance, love, looking for hope in the harsh weather
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