I don't know where the love started, but it goes deeper and deeper.
She didn't know when the roots of love were planted. When they first met at the back of Biyun Temple, his brows were gentle; or when they met for the first time after marriage, his brows were cold.
She couldn't speak, so she could only lower her head habitually. A beautiful peach blossom tree bloomed outside the window, and thousands of green bamboo poles covered the depth of the courtyard.
Colorful purples, beautiful scenery, and joyful things are just her fault! Wrong! Wrong!
They will miss it after all...
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Everyone is welcome to scatter flowers and make bricks, as well as scuba divers! But be sure to collect it!
The female protagonist is disabled, but the male protagonist doesn't just love beauty but not the country!
This article is very realistic! Very cruel! Also very thunderous!
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