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The threshold that cannot be crossed in the heart of the Insect Emperor is ultimately due to his identity. He is destined to be suspicious as a king, and the betrayal of the intimate relationship between his subordinates and his partners reminds him of his mistakes. It is also because of his identity that he has too much emotional baggage to treat him as freely as the male protagonist and deputy CP. He has not given Shou a real sense of security, and Shou will not ask for extravagant things. When he heard You Dilin say that the Insect Emperor was selfish and he could not correct it, he still said that he was content with his eyes.
Call If your voice is hoarse, my call, Can you still hear it? If the vocal cords have been broken, my call, Can you still feel it? If the soul has been lost, my call, Can you still respond? If there is only a feeble call left, your footprints, Can you allow me to follow you? Your figure, May I come closer? Since there is only this feeble call left, Then leave it to Changfeng! Let it blow across mountains, rivers, lakes and seas to explore your direction; Let it penetrate the bustling crowd, hoping for your response. Even if the echo is lost in the deep empty valley, So why not! Every sound of wind, They are all the chants of my soul. I spread my soul, Let attachment grow wildly in the wind. Listen, the patter of rain, Listen to the rumbling thunder, Listen, that gurgling stream, Listen, that whistling wind, Listen, that chirping bird, Listen, the rustling leaves, Listen, that buzzing bee, Listen, that croaking frog, Listen, the whimpering sea, These are my constant calls. The wind will take it away, The rain will carry it, The earth will bear it, The sky will echo it. Even if it's silent as night, my call, Still flowing in all things. My poem, I hope you all like it
It's so fresh and happy. I feel a little melancholy when I think back to the past.
So sweet, so sweet! Sprinkle flowers ~
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