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Yun Yang waved his hand, turned and left! There were only black and white chess pieces scattered on the ground behind her - money, humanity, accounts, fame and fortune, conspiracy, traps, despair, vanity, inner demons, tricks, life and death, farewell, disaster, escape... They all squatted down to pick them up. I stood upright, holding the chessboard Yun left for me in my hand, with no choice and nowhere to escape! On the chessboard, black is black, white is white, and the black and white chess pieces will eventually return to their respective places. But now, two Othello players who can't play chess are fighting, the innocent Othello pieces are at the mercy of others, the spectators are helpless, and I am helpless holding the chessboard - standing at the crossroads of hell and heaven, life and death, I can only watch the struggle between money and fame and fortune, conspiracy and trickery, risking my own innocence and life, and watching people die, get hurt, cry, and escape...

He was extremely rich... The money belonged to his grandmother; his best husband... Broke up; he was surrounded by stars... And was forced to run away from home. In this way, Lin Nuan started the bumpy road of cultivation with full-level equipment... Fighting with the sky is endless fun, this fairy girl must cultivate!

If a person's life can only have one heartbeat a hundred times, you must be my ninety-ninth heartbeat. On the bus, Qin Can looked at Shen Alfalfa sleeping on his shoulders, smiled, and kissed her softly. He thought that time could stay at this moment forever, but unfortunately it backfired. A few years later, Qin Can looked at Shen Alfalfa on the hospital bed, and he wondered He didn't protect her well that time and that accident happened. Many years later, Shen Alfalfa woke up, but forgot about Qin Can. He was always behind her, but this time, the person beside her was no longer him. Qin Can wrote in the diary the sentence that he never had time to tell Shen Alfalfa, "I'm finally waiting for you."

"Who is wandering on the Huangquan Road? Who is singing when the lights are cold? Who is in love when I wake up at midnight? Who is looking on the Naihe Bridge? The youthfulness of childhood, the darkness of the police academy, the reality of university, the cruelty of society - in fact, it is just life. Love is not easy, hate is not easy... Late night comes, and it hurts; at dawn, I am confused; the road is endless, can I still wait until the clouds open and the moon shines...

"The lights are cold, who is singing? When I wake up in the middle of the night, who is in love? Who is looking on the Naihe Bridge? The youthfulness of childhood, the darkness of the police academy, the reality of university, the cruelty of society - in fact, it is just life. Love is not easy, hate is not easy... Late night falls, pain; at dawn, confused; the road is endless, can we wait until the clouds open and the moon shines...