At this moment, you are sitting alone in front of the window, the wind of the night brushes against your eyelashes, and the cold air hits from bottom to top, and you already feel a slightly greasy dry hand caressing your bare shoulders, you can't help but look sideways, she has a With a pale face and long black hair wrapping you together, perhaps, she will stay on your shoulders in this life.
You turn your head calmly, I stare at the beautiful you with affection, and the quiet her, smiling, extremely happy.
In front of love, fear is but a moving waltz.
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