The past is like a dream. If you can live and die drunk, why bother to wake up alone?
The wind and flowers will be sent away with the cup, and the past will only become a dream in the clear night
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"I can finally get rid of you, Ye Wuchen!"
She said quietly, every word was like crying, and the last three words made him feel worse than death.
"I hate you!"
Those were three words that burst out from the gap between her teeth, carrying a sense of hatred in her heart, shooting at him through the cold air.
After she finished speaking, without looking back, her figure disappeared into the darkness, walking cruelly and decisively.
He collapsed completely, kneeling on the ground, twitching the corners of his mouth in pain
"No! No!"
Tears overflowed from his stagnant eyes like spring water, and flowed down his cheeks to his slightly pale lips, shining in the dim moonlight and firelight, making his jade-like face even more charming.
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