Everyone has a little path of their own. Perhaps it is covered in gravel, or perhaps it is blanketed with pear blossoms. While you're alive, countless people will pass along your path, act out a scene, leave behind a few words, or even just a glance and a touch of warmth. Some you'll remember; others... you'll gradually forget...
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S Buddha I love youT T. The ancient prose is really well written... So update it soon><!!! Master S Huaiting-3-
Ahhhh, I hate it>//< How could it be over like this -. - The ancient prose written by Shi Ye is so beautiful~~ Damn it. We love you~~~so please write more - -
How can we be so calm and calm? Biting the handkerchief
Now I finally know why it's called "With Junsi"… Life, this ending is too cruel T T There is no choice but to separate the two places or whatever, at least the two of them still love each other How could I forget... Ah I won't talk anymore... I feel sad again... The cruelest thing is not to love anymore... Ugh
I'm here, keep working hard and working hard - I will always support you.