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Xi, who came to get rid of her sorrow, was destined to face fate from the moment she set foot on this land. If she could, she would sit down under the plum blossom tree forever, not to grow up, not to forget. The invisible wind eroded half of the city wall and destroyed her defense. Is it sympathy or love? The lonely morning stubbornly waits for the light of dawn, but it cannot break through the layers of fog; can the gentle rain continue the length of the stream and protect the love of a lifetime?

The ravings of youth and bright love will tell you the ending of a fairy tale about a witch: an angel gave the witch a month of protection. After the period expires, who can help me remember you. The ballet shoes are curled up in the corner, the heavy cello and the swans swimming quietly in nature are sighing, the black crows are nesting in the trees and listening to the sound of breaking wind, the witch's magic mirror is soaked in purple sadness, she said she is afraid that he cannot help her remember him, the angel's brown hair is shining wetly in the sun When the light comes on, there will be a slight chill when it gets dark. On the autumn night where the witch and the angel stayed, the black clouds have long since disappeared. Xia Mingyuan, full of star flowers, brings happiness. She will forget many people, such as me, you, him, her, or A, B, C, and D, but she still remembers that the boy with the crystal smile is the morning star.