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Bed ugly period, a bend in the wound but fall countless flowers, thousands of peaks, under the soul of the nine states, meet all kinds of good encounter, but I do not know whether it is chance or conspiracy. The dust is absolute, she stood on the other side of the shore, looking at each other from afar, ultimately melt all the snow, plucking out the heart of the flowers, before he got close to his side, half-kneeling ice couch, lips to his ear, quietly said: "you and I know each other in the first place, but let me rejoice in other people, it's your fault." Ten thousand years later,...