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Categories: words and feelings
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That night, the blood moon was in the sky, and the Stargazer platform was brightly lit. Yan Ling stood against the fence, knife chopping green silk, a red dress bleak and colorful like a hundred flowers conflagration. "Xiao Fengqing, I'm going to hell for you, do you have the slightest bit of sincerity for me?" Xiao Fengqing stood up with a long body and an indifferent face: "Never." Yan Ling laughed loudly and leapt into the abyss. Until her death, she wore a wedding dress that belonged to someone else. The soul of the girl is nowhere to be found, and the oaths of the past years have been turned into a...