Cold window
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With the night rain on the fence, a little beaded curtain, and then the heart. Listen to who cut the candles, and look at the long pavilion again. This year, the streamer is drunk, and eagerly looks forward to taking the spring fang. Hate Lin Hua is puzzled. Lack of wit, can it be really rewarded?
Bewildered. Long pathos. The most merciless, inter-water waves. Instead of sending this, Xiangfei was worried about Chang'e. Look at the human world, complain about the female geometry? Idiot men always put fame and fortune against. Tears dry intestines, inches cut off, love has been buried deeply.
