"Xingjun, your hairpin fell off." Ah Fei pointed to the hairpin on the ground and said, but when Xingjun looked back, the building was empty. However, before the first month of the month, her former lover, her Ah Fei said, you left in such a hurry, not even leaving me a single sad teardrop. Have you ever regretted it? Xing Yun watched the fire from across the bank, looking around, the youthful time flew by, and said, even if the meteor is fleeting, I have no regrets, why should I? Ah Fei captured her remnant soul, and a wisp of green silk and white hair turned into clouds and flew away. She was so lucky to meet their fireworks in her three lives. Unfortunately, the fireworks eventually dispersed. The anger in her heart that could be seen but could not be touched made people secretly sad. It was a bad look back at that look. The thick fog that you want to see through but can't see through obliterates the bright fireworks in the crowd. People come and go, but their smoke disappears in the end. Tears turn into threads. You look for them for a long time but you can't stop. Xing Jun once said that our life is like clouds and flowing water, and we end up paying for it wrongly...
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