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Yin Shao held his head and thought, if the weather cleared up and if he could get to know everyone again, everything would not be like this.
He didn't want to think about the ridiculous things, he didn't regret it, he just enjoyed the cool breeze.
Yin Shao took a step forward, and the scene behind him looked like heaven and hell with the boy's white skin.
Flesh and blood sink into the soil, and the dark red and fresh intersections are like the last gathering of old friends. Those deep sinkings are the entanglement of love and hate.
Everything is fake and everything is real, true and false, false and true, flesh and blood, true love.
Come to think of it, these are the most honest and devout believers, and they continue to be entangled like this.
One by one
Hate is the most lasting love.
Intention: Don't jump to conclusions about anything
