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Move Me
FenghemuziRomance8k WordsCompleted
Actually, it's just imagination. When every writer writes about his life, he always sprinkles some honey and salt into his own pot, adds condiments, and adds a few selling points to the tasteless soup. He tells others about this selling point, and then blushes and watches others sigh at you, feeling very happy inside. Concept: Little people's big dreams
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It's a Dryad
FenghemuziNo CP11k Words
What do I want? Slowly, I began to wither. First, my green leaves fell off one by one; then came my branches, with their epidermis abrupt and without a trace of moisture; my blood stopped flowing, and I felt that my roots were soaked by the stream of the purple bamboo forest and were on the verge of ulceration. I feel like I'm dying. This is a thought that I often want to have but dare not think deeply about in the valley where no one is with me. Now, I finally feel it. The black bear spirit c
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