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I Heard the Wind in the Distance Three years ago, Xu Qingqing made almost every compromise she could in order to be with Cheng Yu. Unexpectedly, one day, Cheng Yu left without saying goodbye, leaving only a breakup letter. Three years later, the two met again. Xu Qingqing was disheartened and determined to stay away from Cheng Yu. But no one told her why Cheng Yu suddenly learned to flirt with her? "Qingqing, it's raining so hard, can you stay here?" "Qingqing, my shower gel has the same flavor as yours!" "Qingqing, you look g 15Favorites300Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Moon and Rose Three generations, ancient be, Republic of China, modern he Ancient appearance: abandoned prince × brothel girl Reality: ambitious prince × head of the Qingmen sect The appearance of the Republic of China: Mr. Gu's family × the nightclub lady. The reality: the Kuomintang × agent, codenamed Red Rose. Modern appearance: professor x novel writer. Reality: heir x versatile wealthy lady Copywriting: "Young master is really good at joking, but a little girl is not talented. How can He De accept such 3Favorites89Clicks/ch31Nutrition
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Starlight Yeye In Paris, when an art exhibition hall called "Young girl heart" opened, Lu Wanxing had already returned to his motherland across the ocean. When the art museum opened, countless media rushed to report on it. One of the portraits of a girl caught people's attention. The girl wears pigtails and smiles innocently. Her palms are spread out, emitting a faint light, twinkling like stars. Her eyes reflect the man's back. She is depressed and lonely. There is no unnecessary picture but it is full of sim 2Favorites154Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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The Summer When Gesang Flowers Bloom There is no right or wrong choice, only the one that makes you unhappy is wrong. There is always a whisper floating in the wind in Tibet: All living beings who are confused and wandering, please live in Dzogchen. Documentary director Shang Chun accidentally saw a set of photos online—— No filters, no soundtrack. Only grandma's hands twisting the wool. In the morning when yaks cross the river, a stream formed by melting water from the snowy mountains. In the last frame, the setting sun dyes the —Favorites—Clicks/ch—Nutrition