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A love that is not allowed by Buddhism, a love that transcends the world, and a soul that spans thousands of years of dust. Is it an unintentional mistake of fate, or is it the cause of the past life?
In the soft light, his slender figure became elegant, as if in a dream, and he said quietly: Xiaohe, daddy will never pass in this life, there will only be you in the future...
The moonlight was hazy, and his deep blue eyes glowed with a coquettish blue light, and his expression was as sad as water: Woman, you can't fall in love with anyone, wait until I come back to marry you...
His dark and bright eyes looked at me intently, and he smiled evilly: "Tell me, if my father gives me a royal decree to marry me, do you still dare not to marry me?"
The setting sun gave off its last golden light, which reflected on his face covered with blood. He forced a beautiful smile and touched my face with trembling hands: Shuang'er, you must not be weak, you must live strong...
She is a lonely soul who strayed into another world, but she has to bear the heaviest fate...
The confusing life background, the crazy and twisted conspiracy, and the tragic love in this life...
How will she choose and how will she respond?
There is a kind of love, called spreading flowers, and there is a kind of support, called collecting. Dear friends, don't be a bully, you must not be a bully. If you need strength and good advice, please spread flowers to me, so that I can have the confidence to write down! ! !
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