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First love, secret love, online love Stories from one fan after another.

There are too many people in this world who cannot see emotions clearly, and I am the same. Composing the flute and sheng music alone, accompanying each other in the dark night, scattered on the ground, the southern language is speechless, the moon in my heart is as bright as the moon, the swords and swords collide, the leaves fall as they pass by, the wind blows and the sand talks about stranger jade.