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A Shelf Full of Roses and a Yard Full of Incense As long as Qin Yaxiao stayed downstairs, Gu Pan watched by the window. When the clock pointed to twelve o'clock, the car finally left the door of the apartment. Gu Pan slowly closed the curtains and gave a sad smile to his own shadow reflected in the glass. Obviously I want to see it His, but said nothing. Maybe, I dare not say. The mountains and rivers in the past two years have been long and she has no courage to go through them. Maybe the feelings have already been scattered and at war. 3Favorites397Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Thoughts Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, old age is a period of time 1Favorites269Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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This Is Peace of Mind There is a text message from her in his cell phone. She said, I want to write a poem for you. Walking in the snow, you can't find any plum blossoms, it's a vast night. I stand on a high place and look at the scenery. The snowflakes flying all over the sky remind me of your delicate face. Your face, your eyebrows. Holding hands, holding hands and growing old together, there is no end to this world. It was just a few dozen words, without any gorgeous decorations, and its literary talent was averag 1Favorites262Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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I Can Only Love One in My Life Wuzhen. This painting-like town, with its simple and elegant black and white tones, made Siyi extremely happy. She likes ancient towns like this the most. Walking through them, it feels like traveling through thousands of years. They found a private house to stay, put their luggage, and she took him shopping. In fact, Wuzhen is very quiet and there is not much to visit. Most of the people who come to Wuzhen are those who seek peace and tranquility. It is not as prosperous as other scenic spo 1Favorites377Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Sapphire Case It's been a long time since I've read such words about the Republic of China. It's as if I walked through a string of moon gates and walked into an ancient courtyard in late autumn. The flowers and trees are dim, the red railings are lonely, and the waterside pavilion is speechless. When I timidly stop to pay my respects, the mournful sound of the flute comes from the screen window, like crying, like a dream, like a world apart. Intention: —Favorites491Clicks/ch—Nutrition