I am a bird in a cage. The pain of broken wings makes me confused. The fortune teller said that my palm prints are extremely messy, but I will eventually spend my life with someone. Who will he be? I can't predict until that day, when the blood of the person who wanted to insult me splashed on the snow-white wall and shed the miserable plum blossoms. I finally saw him. Those eyes that made my heart tremble and made me long for me to fly. But, can I really fly? Can it?
It is said that when two hands are held together, the palm prints will change to complement each other. If you hold hands and hold hands, your heart will be taken away...
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