The afternoon sun was bright and dazzling, sneaking through the window lattice and sneaking into the house silently. It was as if she had never felt such peace and stability in her life. My thoughts are floating like steaming white clouds. In the quiet atmosphere, the sky is gradually darkening, and the distant rolling mountains are still fascinated by the dark blue trees. Her smile deepened with the dusk, and the terrifying sight made him squint. He buried his face in her flowing, braided and curly hair.
"I don't know why, you just looked like a ghost."
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I just wanted to write a pure bad woman.
Concept: supernatural darkness