Everyone loves angels because they are divine. But he just doesn't love angels, that's too far away for him, he just wants his elves.
She is like a smart elf, always full of vitality, unrestrained, blooming with her own vitality.
He is like a perfect ice sculpture. Even though he is outstanding and eye-catching, he still turns a blind eye to the admirers around him.
But is she really that happy?
But is he really that cold?
Her intelligence would turn into dullness only in front of him.
His tenderness only "flares out" unconsciously in front of her.
After ten years of bitter love, he finally made his cherished elf his exclusive possession. He thought that lovers would eventually get married, but he didn't want happiness to leave him again. . . Doesn't he have the right to happiness in this life?
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