"My star is extinguished. Have you ever seen how it looks like when it is lit up by the starry sky?" A Fei said, and Xing Yun said, "I have long been used to being alone at night, so where does love and hate come from?" A Fei's tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and the dusk clouds turned towards the rain. The lonely night sky lit up between her brows, and the horizontal lines between the nebulae crossed the blade, flashing the heartbreak full of tears. She said that if she could go back, she would like to see the twinkling stars with him again. He said, it's not a bad idea. The day does not understand the darkness of the night, but the night seems to be very random, so they seem to have not been able to reach the end of happiness even in the last ink and rain clouds.
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