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What are we? The producer of grades and the prisoner of parents? I don't understand. It seems that we have committed no sin, but yet we seem to have committed a huge sin. Chu Xiaonuo, are you eager to escape? Can it?

Weeping willow branches are placed on the water of Ninghe River, the wind is swaying gently, the shadows are whirling, and the small streets in the city are noisy. I met him when I was young, missed my life, and was finally buried in his heart. This life is enough.