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Cherishing the days of youth, dreaming of the gentle dialects of Suzhou. When dreams shatter and blossoms fall, day and night cannot undo love.
In a chaotic age, vengeance calls; even finding what one longs for cannot make it attainable. Where flowers bloom at last, their radiance shines upon the willow tips.
Yandere fallen-angel gong? x gentle, sickly beauty shou
As Zhouye's wings were plucked out one feather at a time in Heaven, she wondered whether that adorable little one would remember her. As Zhouye trained among the demons, she wondered when she would see her white moonlight again. As Zhouye killed her 108th person, she wondered whether Yu Ye would hate her. And when Zhouye made a deal with God, she knew it was a bargain everyone else would consider a loss, but in her eyes, it was worth every bit of it.
Yu Ye noticed the scars on Zhouye's hands and gently wiped them clean. A sly glint flashed in Zhouye's eyes as she suddenly took Ye's hand and gave it a gentle nibble... You are the sun that belongs to me in an endless night. You can only set, so I can sink into ruin with you until we die.
Theme: Saving each other
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