"Master, after you left, I realized that I don't hate you, it's just that... I hate you because of love."
Despite the scorching sun, you are still the same Li Shanshan.
Thousands of worlds, may you live a peaceful life like a dream.
I thought I grew up in spring, but the occasional cold wind would make me shiver all over. But later after you left, I realized that you are my spring. --Meng Ansheng
Meeting you is like meeting spring. When spring comes, flowers bloom and dead trees bloom again.
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