"Actually, I like flowers and don't like people who kill people, but I didn't expect that you also like flowers... Everyone has a weakness, but I have been chasing you for so long, but I didn't expect that your weakness would be flowers..."
Hongxiu sighed softly and walked out. Somehow, his eyes were as misty as the mist outside the window.
During a certain group killing, the only post that came out was unfortunately not revived.
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