The first time I met Wen Jiangli, he came to buy band-aids covered in blood.
Yue Qingyan couldn't bear it and gave him a towel from the store.
There are so many roses around him and so many courtesies that he won't remember how many dollars the towel is worth.
Later, Wen Jiangli was covered in blood again, like a mad dog that had restrained its fangs, and found the remaining warmth in his dying breath.
He stuffed the dog's head into the arms of this thin girl and took the initiative to put the collar in her hand that she couldn't hold.
Good girl x crazy doggy man
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