Hua Wuman stole a man.
I thought I had stolen a golden spoon, but I didn't expect it to be a clay spoon.
But he is still blind.
The result is that I can't get rid of it.
From then on, there was a wild dog of unknown origin beside her.
Until one day, the wild dog became a wild dog again.
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Intention: The next page is happiness
