Cang Sheng is singing, picking up the wind and chanting. Send a song that belongs to the distance, let the wind pass through the fields, and feel the youthfulness of our fourteen or fifteen-year-old. The sun, color, wind and shadow are just like our youth, swift but brilliant. The sky I want to write about for you is filled with the splendor of the universe. And my sky just wants to fix the romance in Draco for you. I like your gray-blue eyes, not because of their clarity, but because of the hidden complexity that can make me fall into confusion. This is enough for me to break through all obstacles for it and search for the light again. But I like your hair, it's just that I simply like gold galleons.
The hilarious love growth diary of two Slytherins, discussing how a money-obsessed beauty conquers the Golden Gallon Master Malfoy.
"Give back your beautiful features to the landscape and the world; give back the drizzle in the pines to the first time you met." (Draco) Speaking of which, when will you give me back my Galleons, Miss Sholton? This is impossible in this life→_→, not only is the golden galleon mine, but you are mine too (Xulisi)
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Intention: Hey hey (?ω?)Hiahiahia's love for Draco, power generation for love! !