"We are born at the same time and die at the same time. Although Xiaoping did not give birth to the next dose of medicine for me, I still love her and will not let her leave me, and she knows too much."
Small cracks began to appear on the fair skin, and a mixture of yellow oil and blood seeped out of the skin. The young housekeeper was frightened. He grabbed his shaking hand and said in a tone of disbelief: "How could this happen? How could this happen... Ah!..."
Life and death each have their own destiny, so why bother clinging to immortality...
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