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There is a disease called spiritual death syndrome. I heard that all the people who suffered from this disease died, and now there is only one flower left. It was one summer morning when the flowers became seriously ill. On this day, Hua Hua had short hair and was leaning against the bathroom door with eyes wide open. She had just finished her morning pee, and the skirt of her nightgown was tucked into her pants, revealing her thin, pale long legs. The thorns are hunched over and pulling the saw. Thorns has a young body and strong biceps. He looks exactly the same as the healthy Thorns three years ago. Flowers didn't know when Thorns got up from bed. Flowers and Thorns didn't sleep on the same bed. Ever since Thorns had a car accident and lost her memory, the first thing that Thorns did after waking up every day was to sit firmly on the horse and keep busy between the planer and her head.