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Detective Conan fan, due to personal reasons, I can only write the ending after the manga File.795 Return to the Fate of Fire (i. E. The animation 668 Wedding Eve (Part 2)), and there are no original characters.

Platycodon flower language: hopeless love. Everlasting love. Legend has it that the blooming of platycodon flowers represents the return of happiness. But when happiness comes, some people can catch it, while others are destined to miss it, unable to catch it or keep it. So Platycodon has a double meaning - eternal love and hopeless love. Two seemingly opposite meanings are concentrated on one kind of flower. Separation, tears, longing and protection are destined to be entangled together and cannot be separated, and then condense into the end point to be chased with all one's strength. In a realistic yet magical life, the secret of happiness is far from being so warm and simple. Happiness will pass by, traps will be hidden, and it may be accompanied by death and suspicion. Everybody, It's show time. The stage opens and some interesting things will be presented. --Wedge

Changes that no one could foresee at the time. This immature girl has already been involved in the storm of the royal struggle. She is closely related to the fate of the entire Habsburg dynasty, a typical autocratic monarchy. More than ten years later, I still had an unreal feeling when I stepped off the carriage again and stood firm with my feet outside the iron gate of the castle. The buildings are tall and thin. The slender beams and complex decoration create a light and slender feeling of flying into the sky, and express the strong emotions of mystery, pathos and sublimity with excellent architectural skills. The characteristic pointed arches are advanced layer by layer and are inlaid with a large number of reliefs, ribbed vaults and flying buttresses. Huge and colorful stained glass paintings with biblical stories... Gothic architecture, developed from Romanesque architecture and inherited by Renaissance architecture, is located between Romanesque architecture and Renaissance architecture. It originated in France around 1140 and was a European architectural style that flourished at the peak and end of the Middle Ages. I'm back, the sun is warm, but I feel cold to the bone, full of the smell of blood... 19Th century, Vienna, Austria. --Wedge

The origins of shamrock can be traced back to 16th century English literature. But the scientific community is still not sure which plant is clover. Early literature consistently describes several key characteristics of clover: it grew in Irish forests, was commonly found around bodies of water, had a slightly bitter taste, and was eaten as food. These characteristics are consistent with wood sorrel, so some scholars speculate that the clover in early documents may not refer to the clover in modern cognition, but to wood sorrel. However, the modern widely recognized clover is actually Trifolium trifolium, a member of the genus Trifolium of certain leguminous plants, among which Trifolium alba is native to the British Isles and is currently considered the most authentic clover. Each leaf of the clover has a different meaning and contains things that people dream of: fame, wealth, love and health. If you have these four leaves at the same time, you will be lucky. Life is like opening a blind box. After you open it, you either already have it or you don't like it. It is full of unknowns. Only a very few lucky people can draw the hidden money. Although you know it, you still have to keep trying. Or it's like playing a game. Even if you level up in endless pain, you are still defeated by the BOSS over and over again, which is the next more desperate level. Time continues to flow day by day, and happiness is like bubbles in the sky. Magic City has a permanent population of 24.8026 Million in 2024. Among them is the daily story of the three sisters of the Ye family, an ordinary family.

Under the shadow of the moon, a unique black-purple butterfly flew lightly, leaving a sparkle behind. Gradually, everything around him was enveloped in an indelible transparent crimson color, which was the color of blood. He couldn't make a sound, and his thin lips were pursed. He obviously didn't lose his voice, but he just couldn't say a word. Stretching out his hand, he didn't know when his hand was filled with bright red, which was even more dazzling under the pure color. His head lowered mechanically, and his long hair fell from his face, covering up everything in his eyes, leaving nothing but pain. Suddenly, a door appeared in front of me. I stood up from the sleepiness that was lying on the ground with all my strength. I opened the door and a strong light hit me. I couldn't open my eyes. Ha, have I reached my limit? I opened my clenched fists and reached out to grab something, but all I could find was the air with a hint of fishy sweetness...