The dog's blood is sweet, the disease is not cured, and the disease is difficult to treat for a long time.
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The day Xi Lingwei came to Rongcheng from Lin Town was a very ordinary winter day. She stepped off the high-speed train and looked at this strange city. Naturally, like all travelers who are forced to travel far, she felt a little confused.
She feels that when people live in the world, they always rely on others to store part of their lost past, just like an urn stores a corpse burned in a fire.
But unfortunately, there is no place for her to store the past. The only place in the world that can catch her is a place of exile.
Intention: Some roads must be walked alone