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[A little weasel, greedy and playful. Starting a banquet in the daytime and devouring three thousand immortals]
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Ai Sui's first 17 years of life were made up of 6 years of melted cream cakes and 11 years of lemon soda mixed with hard candies. Among them, the last 6 years were filled with sweet marshmallows.
"I like this quiet life"
Ai Sui once told a doctor that at that time, bright light shone into his eyes, which were so dark that it seemed as if he had lived alone without him. But the person standing opposite him just smiled softly and remained noncommittal.
They both know his sincerity, so they don't care about superficial sweet words. Thrills and excitement are engraved in his bones and sinking in every drop of his blood. Ai Sui's name comes from the village in his memory in the mist that is far away, and also from the horizon at the junction of the distant past and the future.
So everything is not a rehearsal, it happens
He seems lively and optimistic, but he has already gone crazy. He has his own set of logic.
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The former victim's psychiatrist later attacked the victim's father's mentality
Mission: There is still hope in desperate situations