She saw the first glimmer of light in her life in that clear and cool early spring. To her, he was like the light she desperately tried to catch before emerging from her cocoon and turning into a butterfly.
She also saw that beam of light on that dawning day. The moment she saw him, she knew that it would be a change in her life. If she wanted to fly, he would be the scorching sun.
He is dressed in white and has a purple sword. He is handsome, elegant, modest and elegant. His eyes are as deep as a deep spring and are intoxicating.
She said that if she didn't see him when she woke up, she would definitely cry.
She said, we are all living in lies and betrayal, but you always don't want to admit it.
Everything is like mist in the mountains, whether it is the downpour of blood or the cruel killings, it is just a mist in the end. When the sun shines, everything will eventually dissipate...
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