+++"Flowers bloom and fall not long after, and fall all over the ground and return to silence+...."Br>++Dai Hexun ignored the dignitaries and nobles in the audience and quickly walked onto the stage and grabbed the man's hand, "Do you have any conscience? Now! The war is endless, and soldiers all over the country are fighting hard. You! As a man, forget it if you don't go to fight with the soldiers. , His mother is actually here singing the song of national subjugation!" +++ "My life... Can it be decided by me..." +++++ Li Jinghe was not in any mood for the interrogation of the man in front of him, and there was no expression on his face. He relaxed his wrist casually, and his expression turned into a smile again, as if nothing happened. "That's it for today's songs..." ++++ "Hexun, forget it." He lowered his eyes and forced to hold back his tears, "Let's... Break up." +++++ Under the sunset, the man slept in a coffin covered with flowers, holding a rose in his hand, his eyes closed, the other eyeball could no longer be seen, and flowers extended from his eye socket. +++He died++++ He died peacefully and beautifully
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The erythema syndrome in this story can only be cured if both parties hate each other.
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