Curious about how the girl's boudoir is, she picked up the lipstick and looked at it carefully, and finally fled.
There is something that has never been available, and it is the most beautiful. Getting it is another matter.
Everything in the world is the same as usual, the laughter is still there, but Zhu Yan has changed.
Loneliness cannot be copied and pasted, nor will it disappear by hugging each other.
The commonality of youth, budding love, the charm of the opposite sex, shyness and impulsiveness.
The age of cardamom, the cruelty of beauty.
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