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Categories: words and feelings
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On the night of the seventh night of the evening, after waking up, lying beside her body is not her fiancé, but an unfamiliar cold as an ice sculpture of the man. Originally thought it was just an accidental chance, but never thought it was a trap designed by someone, she fell step by step in his overbearing gentleness, step by step, she lost herself, and he gave her a fatal blow on the wedding day - she was pushed to the...