Fireworks explode at the beginning of the year. The Master was born in a fire and died in Nirvana.
Late winter snow and frost. Roses are born in the haze and die in the sky.
"Xia Lin, close your eyes and fly to me."
"Think of me as your freedom."
"Qin Yuan, roses can only decorate my cage."
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Gentle and reliable × Hunxiangxian
Thousands of selves are strangled in the mud, struggling on the edge of emotions. Xia Lin met Qin Yuan at the most desperate moment. I thought I would be saved by chance, but I didn't expect that it had been planned for a long time.
But the roses had long since withered, and he hated the migratory birds for not bringing him freedom.
"Qin Yuan, you never trust me."
"Obviously I have also been charming for you."
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A sweet little HE article.
Intention: to live.