The most beautiful beauty is given to one person, but the fate is shallow and the two are separated.

The resentment of the boudoir becomes a disease and falls into a fallen flower. What is the basis for duckweeds in the world?

I can’t think about the autumn water in my eyes, but I can’t think about it in one piece of thought.

Love, hate, love, hatred, and hatred will never stop. Who can expect it in the world?
Chapter completed!