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When we look at each other, no matter how unpleasant the words are, they will all fall back into our stomachs. Just looking at your face makes me disgusted, disgusted that I would think I was at fault. It is obvious that I sincerely rely on you and that I am obviously in love with you. But we are all equally taciturn and emotionally reserved. The way I love you is called concession, so tears become the only bridge connecting you and me. My tears in front of you never represent my weakness For this reason, I sincerely hope that my overflowing tears for you will not become my blade to hurt you.

Legend has it that there is a rare gemstone that can feel bliss when worn in the heart, but the skin will fester because of it; if it is discarded, the soul will dry up and wither in endless mediocrity. As a result, the wearer indulges in bliss, loses the touch of reality, and festers from the skin to the soul. Those who stay away seek stability, but lose the edge of perception, and their souls fade in silence. For two thousand one hundred and seventy days, I wavered until you looked at me too.

He shook his head, suppressing the illusion and sourness, and his face returned to its usual gentleness. Step out of the library and step into the dense rain curtain. Shuang Walong's cheerful figure was waving in front, and her laughter was clear and clear, penetrating the sound of the rain, like music coming from another world. Yince walked towards her with a smile. Behind him, the heavy door of the Library of All Beings silently and slowly closed on its own, locking the unfinished prophecy and all the secrets of the coming storm back into the darkness filled with the fragrance of spiritual wood. And in front of him, Shuang Walong's smile was blurry and bright in the rain - that was what he was about to use up everything to protect.