Three thousand black hairs, just a few silks are left for you. If you love your slave's black hair, your slave will keep them. For you...
I don't know why, but one day, at a certain time, a sentence suddenly came into my mind: Three thousand green hairs, and the smallest silk is left for you... On a whim, I wrote the story. Maybe it has something to do with my preference for long hair!
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