Guilt: I'm not a stand-in
(Wealthy grievances, love)
once passed by, and the indifferent and black-bellied man became a nightmare that she couldn't get rid of;
The frightened on the plane, the handsome and dashing young president, tugged at her long-deserted heartstrings;
always thought that the tenderness of drowning was God's mercy on her down-and-out life,
but she didn't know that her similar face
made her unconsciously fall into the whirlpool of this rich family battle storm .......
Three thousand weak water, whose scoop is she?
When the surface is uncovered and the essence of human nature is seen, love and non-love, hurt and hurt, between the hasty,
where should the love be?
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