I remember that the faucet was a superfluous decoration on the wall when it first settled in. It was dry and dilapidated, and it would occasionally be bumped by people unintentionally, causing faint pain. With the development of the heroine's more colorful and delicate life, the faucet also has its own moisture and life, and finally the flood is released smoothly, just like the heroine's dry soul and difficult past, which is released and suddenly realized.
That Italian love affair was the catalyst for a new round of love. It was beautiful and passionate without success. The past marriage denied her, but an unsuccessful love saved the woman again. Tuscany under the sun has become a veritable emotional habitat, saying goodbye to the former transit station.
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