There are piles of ruins in my heart. I have been searching for and remembering them for ten years, but I still don't know what they looked like when they were complete. I was surprised to see you for the first time when I asked my surname. I recalled my old appearance by calling my name. Sadly, I have no way of knowing the last name of the ruins.
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The first hole Xinzi dug. Previous works.
Maybe the plot is not novel enough, but I hope everyone likes my narrative method and I hope you will support me a lot:)
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