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Promise me a thousand lifetimes.
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Categories: youthfulness
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Song Nuoyu will never forget the year she was seventeen years old, in the dark warehouse without realizing it, has long been in tears. Her mouth, her nose, were all raked with tape, and she told herself that the person who wiped her tears, would not come. The door in the distance, suddenly kicked open, the light attacked. He was like a god of heaven descending to come over, the difference was that the corner of his mouth was swollen with a large piece, and his head was broken, and he came to her and said, "Ms. Song, if I disfigure my face, you can adopt me ......" Her seventeen years of age, the clouds are not light, and the wind is not light.