She took the pictures delicately, with a little taste of love, but isn't it a little strange, a love story, only a little taste of love.
He photographed the immature psychology of a boy.
They photographed the formalism of two middle-class families.
For people like me who watch these trilogy for Yimei, how do you expect me to like this story of Yimei being tortured by another self-centered Wenqing wife. Every time my sister-worker scowls, she wants to pull the progress bar. I am so cute and so affectionate. Why do you violate him? Can't you think about it? Are you unhappy?
Or maybe it’s not a love story, it’s just that there are always unsatisfactory things in life. When you can’t do whatever you want, whether you can heal it depends on luck.
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