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One life is engraved in the bones and one life is engraved in the heart.
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Flower petals drifted down in the watery blue sky, on the swing under the pear blossom tree. An inclined woman with a light red robe that sloped down her shoulders, her ink hair casually draped, her lips hung with a smile. And the man on the opposite side, a white robe, demonic and absolute face, looked at her coldly and detachedly: "You're waiting for me here, what do you want to say, say it." The woman on the swing didn't care about the indifference in his tone, and gave him a soft...