On Yinsi Road, in front of Meng Po Pavilion, I dragged my rotten body like a dead branch. Finally, tired of the hard work, I sat down on a big rock to rest. Among the crowd of souls rushing on their way, they glanced at a young and beautiful young lady.
My eyes rolled, and I was doing nothing, chatting casually. The young lady took out a snow-white silk handkerchief, wiped the water from her forehead, and said leisurely: "My story is a bit long."
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Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.
Love and hate are entangled, and in the end there is no turning back.
Is it a moth that flies into a flame, or does it go both ways?
Is her heart like a mirror, or is her heart filled with despair?
In the psychedelic bubble of love, who doesn't believe that the colorful things in front of him are all real?
Who is willing to tear apart the gold and jade embroidery attached to the outside and take a look at the unbearable ruins?
Do you dare? Do I dare? Does she dare?
Is the person she is devoted to so much worth it?
Is the person you are passionate about worth it?
Just want to escape the sea of sinking misery
he reaches out his hand
She also stretched out her hand
pull, pull tight
"Never let go"
They had agreed
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This is a very short story
I'm not very good at writing copy
The story is actually depressing and dark.
If you like it, you can take a look
If you want to read sweet pet stories, then give up.
There is no further text
Just two chapters completed
Intention: A bowl of Meng Po soup, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, is a tribute to the past and the next life.
