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"It doesn't matter whether I'm a human being or a monster. I don't care about worldly opinions. I just want to be myself." "What if all this has to be exchanged for life?" "It doesn't matter, anyway, I have nothing to be attached to in this world." What about me, how should I deal with it? Every time he thought of her words, Gui Yi felt a dull pain in his heart. "I will definitely find you back!" The blood flute in her hand seemed to understand his words, and a faint light flowed through it. Ten years later, Qi Ruo looked at the dilapidated and desolate courtyard of Yin Yin, feeling extremely desolate in his heart. "Isn't it said that things are different and people are different? How come here, people are different and things are different?" Qiruo smiled bitterly and started to pack things up as he remembered. From a distance, Guiyi looked at the busy woman in the yard, and suddenly found that all his courage was drained the moment he saw her. Only the fermenting longing was tightly covered in his chest, for fear of being noticed by anyone. It's still those clichéd plots and clichéd characters. After seeing too many of these things, I rubbed it, changed the name, and changed the background, and it became this work.

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