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The autumn wind stirs up the chill.
Large rice fields are rolling with golden waves in the wind.
She stroked the scarecrow's head quietly, as quietly as if her soul had been pulled away. After a long time, he suddenly turned around and whispered, "Nan Xing."
The man next to him was bending over and concentrating on playing with the ears of a rice plant. When he heard this, he raised his head and said, "Huh?"
His eyes were filled with tiny bits of sunlight.
"You said..." She tilted her head slightly, as if in deep thought, "Betrayal... Or deceit," she paused and looked into her sun-filled eyes, "Which one hurts more?"
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The night falls low and the stars are like ink.
A light blue hairband is tied at the head of the bed. The dazzling light of the silk satin has been polished by the years, making it gentle and calm, and it undulates in winding arcs with the night wind.
His eyes were as clear as ink, deeper than the night.
Silently clench your fingers.
He felt that he hated her so strongly that it penetrated into his very bones.
Because she cheated on him.
She decisively left his life with the only lie that he didn't immediately see through.
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