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It was another spring in front of her, just like the cold springs in the early years. Shao Yunshu huddled herself in the snow-white fox fur, ignoring the servants who came in and out with their own agendas. She finally lived a life of wealth and leisure, but she did not have the comfort and satisfaction she expected. Holding both hands empty is just an empty hold. Looking at the palms of one's hands carefully, how can one feel that the days spent with all the changes are wasted? Wasted, twitching the corner of her mouth, how long had her life not been wasted? When have you not allowed yourself to be manipulated? His open hands were indifferently put into the light cyan sleeves, and his tired eyes drooped lightly, covering his excessively clear and cold eyes. "Everyone, please go down, I'm tired." The servants retreated silently in a well-trained manner, and the gently closed door blocked out the rare spring scenery in the yard. Staring at the closed door blankly, I suddenly remembered an earlier divination: Don't ask about the way forward, you don't know the way back -----. Authorization level: Contracted work Category of work: Imaginary history Clicks this week: 0 Clicks this month: 0 Red envelopes this week: 0 Red envelopes this month: 0 Stamps this week: 0 Stamps this month: 0 Flowers this week: 0 Flowers this month: 0 Tags: Soft spot, Micro abuse HE