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Who gave me the dream-like energy in the empty void. Eighteen years passed by in the past, and the sun swallowed up thousands of rays but could not penetrate that closed heart. In fact, it's not that the sun is incompetent, it's just that this grain of sand is too small, so the tenderness gained from charity is only leftovers. She had never been born as gorgeous as summer flowers, but her death coincided with the quiet beauty of autumn leaves. The abyss surrounded her as always, and when the lone owl was walking alone in the night, the clear brightness of his starry eyes made her define light for the first time. Loneliness finally pushed her away from the gray sky. The expectation of drinking poison to quench her thirst gradually engulfed her. "I will shape and crown you with eternal luck." "I'll wait for you." Waiting for eight years. The combination of reality and darkness cut her off from her faith. Later, she gradually drifted away from her original faith. She finally became one of those birds of a feather. But a letter eight years later turned Han Chan's desolation into fulfillment. "You're welcome and safe."

[Uncertain Prince vs. Optimistic and Growing Girl] #sweet-sadism plus knife-tip licking sugar-style blood-sucking novel #Two heroines, bright line \u002F hidden line Recommended BGM: "Appreciation of both refined and popular tastes" - Xu Song - The absurd thing is that the ray of light melts the glaciers and frozen soil. She was stunned to take off his black robe, and suddenly the night turned into day. "How about we choose to be together from now on?" "Okay." I know you're seeing black and white, So I'll paint you a clear blue sky. I know that your world is only black and white, so let me paint a blue sky for you.

The city was so lonely that I couldn't even paint a picture of lovesickness. She stood by the window and talked about her dreams, but she still felt that her heart was full of infatuation and the prophecy had not yet stopped. "Guest." "Please distinguish my name and my heart." He raised his pen, and the smoke was dewy and separated. Charming and graceful, who wouldn't be drunk? She is no exception. As long as there is no trouble, I will be stained with lovesickness. There is boating in autumn, leaving paper fourteen. The exquisite dice is decorated with red beans, and I miss you deeply.