I only love the color of the 1993 Hong Kong film. Hue color. with erotic colors. There is a feeling that only rubbing can't get in. It was this feeling that enlightened me emotionally and sexually when I was young. The original love is pain and joy. Intimacy in the pool. From the nameless wolf girl to the unrepentant Lian Nishang. It seems that as long as Zhuo Yihang smiles, the iceberg in the extremely cold land can melt into mountains and rivers and flow into your heart, refreshing your heart.
I once thought about what would happen to me if I was practicing neon clothes? A lover's heart is made of glass. She became brittle because of indulging in love. There is no room for a grain of sand, a bit of filth or a bit of doubt. The love and hate was in an instant, when Zhuo Yihang questioned her with a sword. The poisonous sword of "distrust" has long been pierced into the heart, causing people to die. So he grabbed the tip of the sword and stabbed it into his chest. This sword is to warn yourself that this is the person you desperately loved. The sharp eyes are telling Zhuo Yihang that Lian Nishang, who has been lingeringly agreed with you, is dead. In a trance, the blue silk turns white hair. In a trance, it is a thing of the past. That's it. Since love is so painful not to touch it. Since men are so ruthless. Just stay away. Nearby will kill. Become a devil if you are not an adult. I just want to live outside the mortal world. Isn't it cool and cheerful.
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