Childhood was her nightmare, and his appearance was the first time the sunshine came.
She was just his doll, nothing but beauty.
Doll, who can hear the nursery rhymes she hums with all her heart at midnight?
Because the ending was a bit difficult to control, I decided to delete what I originally wrote.
The deadline for this article is 16 years old. Please post it after writing it after 16 years old.
I think this part can be finished. A bit lazy, sweat~
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