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[The moment I fell into the deepest filth Stop thinking you can wipe it clean] Quan Xia Yimeng dreamed of a boy who liked to sit on high walls. He liked to look at her with his cheeks raised. Until one day her lark died. The last time I saw him, he said he liked the orange sunshine, the skylark chirping on her shoulder, and of course, he liked her smiling even more. He was willing to offer her pure soul, but she couldn't give him a simple redemption. "What's your name? Why haven't I seen you before?" "This is your first time meeting me." I look forward to having the honor of saying your name one day.