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Male aunt, I actually wanted to write genderless, but later found that it was too troublesome to use pronouns.
My aunt had a cinnabar mole, which was broken in front of her eyes. She once doubted her life, how could that frivolous but always easy-going willow-colored young man break it when he said it before he even panicked? Was he just teasing her, but there was no proof of it.
My aunt has a white moonlight. She shuts her mouth like a handsome boy in a cartoon without coloring. She looked handsome on the battlefield, but she kept her mouth shut when off the battlefield. After reflection, the aunt thought that it was better to let Heihe take care of his stupidity.
My aunt has a blade to guard her sword, and she thinks about who am I all day long? What do I want to do? Did I close the door today?
Um.
Auntie's main pill is empty
My aunt was originally dragged by current affairs to work on the battlefield (anti-retrospective march) for reform.
His aunt's knife was given to others, and his spiritual power was given to his colleagues for useless use.
Now that his aunt has been released, he lets him pull the knife everywhere again.
Auntie has no CP (tentative, at least not a knife man)
Auntie is CP's porter (everyday life without responsibility)
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Things to know before reading:
In fact, Bunara ate a Touken Ranbu fanfic that I had never read before because I had never played it before. It tasted super delicious at the first bite (thank you). Although I ate it late, I downloaded the game and played for a while while looking for food and grass, and then I couldn't help but tilt myself a little. Originally, it was I wanted to be self-sufficient, but I accidentally felt that I needed a background and made up a yarn thread. I just found a place to post the article for my own pleasure. The writing is scummy, self-designed, fate is updated, and I might be cheated. Please be careful. Hello, hello, everyone. Thank you very much.
Intention: Forgiveness and self-forgiveness