Excerpt from The Last Week: Your sweet smile like manna flashed on your beautiful face, and suddenly passed through the gap between chats, which strangely shook my sleepy youth. That is a rare pearl rolled up from the bottom of the sea on the beach of billions of events, and I never want to see it again. In an instant, a strange moment of emotion sang a song of walking, and entered my half-closed window from the distant Humen. Wonderful invisible fingers are playing acacia songs on the heartstrings, and it is drizzling in the quiet residence, and one party can't see it.
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