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Categories: words and feelings
Statuses: Updating
The last love I'll give you is to let go of my hand. So, Lu Fu Orange, bloom to your heart's content like a hundred day grass. Feng Yu Jing looked at her and smiled lightly. Originally, she was like a blooming hundred-day grass, with a bright smile and curved eyebrows. However, overnight, because of the ten ancient paintings, everything turned upside down. Her father was imprisoned, her mother went mad, and she was trying to atone for her family's sins, and even more so to protect...