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I stood next to the high fence, and a prince in white sat on a low and sick little white horse. He stretched out his hand to me: "Cinderella, get on my horse." I glanced at his little white horse with great disdain, then I pulled out a tall, big, energetic and red-stained horse, jumped up, and I was a head taller than the prince when I sat on the horse. I rode my BMW and galloped forward with disdain for the prince, but the prince persevered and rode his own little white horse to chase my hard-earned BMW...
She met him through an accident.
But acquaintance is not necessarily fate, it is more likely to be ape dung.
It turns out that their ape poop started very early.
Falling in love seems wonderful, but it doesn't last long.
Over the years, everything has changed, but what remains unchanged?