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... curtains, sits deeply and frowns. But seeing the tears wet, I don't know who I hate."
In the distance, a stunning woman stood quietly on the eaves in the distance, as if nothing was there. The right distance made her look at the Snow Maiden's demeanor in her eyes, and for some reason, she remembered a five-character poem he accidentally wrote.
Like a petty temper, the little foot gently lifted the tile, but unfortunately no one can appreciate this stunning picture.
"Humph! ...
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