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Irrational Game My beloved, sir, borrowed from the Creator's pen, those years that rush by and return are born on a certain day and destroyed on a certain day. For me, nothing dares to be immortal. I am alive and vivid in the Creator's pen, sometimes charming, sometimes cool, sometimes hidden in the clouds, or sinking under the sea. Leaving and returning, sinking and rising again. Because of the scrapped manuscript and no one coming back, the fate that comes to the end of the story sinks countless times in the 30Favorites183Clicks/ch28Nutrition
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Songs for God Welcome to this world. Lord God [As a god, can I control everything? [I was born like a duckweed, and I pretend to use my body to sing to you. Incompetent writing, atypical fairy tales, no CP, big heroine, everything serves the heroine, there is no black and white character, the background is empty, the frame is very empty, no research, if you want to argue, it will be formed by itself without prototype and reference, don't disturb if you don't like it. Lightning protection! ! ! The main f 1Favorites29Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Discontinuous Miss Qin I love you, Just as I love you with your vanity, love you with your silence, love you with your lies, love you with your fluttering and not stopping for anyone. The beauty of loving you is like a restricted area that is not private to anyone, Make you beautiful in an illegal place and die in front of the pure land. If you are flawless, have a perfect ending, be praised by everyone, and be bright and magnanimous. Why should I go love you. I love you as I imagine you to be. Even if you are my brok 1Favorites159Clicks/ch1Nutrition
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Fourteenth Year Wind News Every time I approach death in my life, it is a temptation, and the unresolved writing is a series of life and death situations. There are never black and white characters, nor are they thin characters on paper. In this grand encounter, I saw countless souls struggling with the dawn: maybe a dazzling blue iris; maybe a thin piece of white frost; maybe a pair of dying butterflies fluttering towards love; maybe a city in the winter of July, maybe a kiss that is too painful to die... At dawn, I wa —Favorites170Clicks/ch—Nutrition