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When Yun Xiaojiu was fifteen years old, the Holy Father ordered a temple to be built to pray for the River God. As a saint, Yun Xiaojiu was forced to guard the temple and serve all day long.
On the night when the temple was built, there was a strong wind outside. Yun Xiaojiu knelt in front of the statue of the river god and kept chanting sutras.
The sky was dark, and behind her, a huge shadow slowly enveloped her.
That night it was stormy and stormy. Yun Xiaojiu limped and dragged her broken body outside the temple gate. She saw a silly boy standing outside waiting for her and her ears were red from the cold.
Yun Xiaojiu walked over, warmed the silly boy's ears with his hands, and asked in a trembling voice, "Ayi, can I be your wife?"
Behind her, in front of the temple door, stood a man in yellow-faced boots. He held a sharp blade in his hand, his palm dripping with blood, and he was looking at them with a deep look.
PS: 1. The text title is tentative and the settings remain unchanged.
2. A short story, sadomasochistic, with a high probability of a BE ending. I will add the details after I finish writing.
3. The main text still needs to wait.
(This text was uploaded on June 17, 2021)
Purpose: Live well in the face of hardships
