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After the imperial doctor came up to check the body of the fish spirit, he found out that she was not pregnant, so everything seemed to be so calm, and in the queen's invisible smile, the fish spirit sent her away so respectfully. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In that state of affairs, there are too many trances, there are too many brokennesses, there are too many heartbreaks and overwhelms, there are too many sadness, there are too many difficult to let go, there are too many difficult things to do, there are too many things to do, there are too many things to do, there are so many things that can't be done, and then there is so much resentment, so much helplessness, so much so discomfort, and so sadness, so sad and sad. It's so anxious, it's so full of anxiety, it's so evasive and hiding, it's so helpless, in the anxiety and haggard of the heart, just waiting there, just waiting so haggardly, but it's so long-term, always can't wait, and then, in that sudden blank space, stunned and panicked, so panicked, so messy and overwhelmed, what kind of heartache, what kind of unknown, and I don't know what kind of change everything has become, just anxious there, just haggard there, so anxious and haggard waiting, waiting, but so helpless.

There is always something that cannot be waited for like this, what is always so and so waiting, there is sadness, there is no way, there is sadness, it is still so empty, it is still such an uproar of crying, such and such a helpless cry, in the quiet crying, in the quiet sobbing, the heart is about to wait for the haggard, what kind of death breath, as if there is about to die.

A long wait like a dead one, a long cry like a dead one. The fish spirit was just very uncomfortable being alone, when she was alone and her heart was very flustered, she was not sitting or standing in her own room, she was just wandering in the room, but she was still so clueless, a blank in her mind, there was a moment, there was a moment, there was a blank in her mind, it was so a blank in her mind, she was so at a loss, she was empty in that blank blank, she was in the void of nothingness, and she was in the void of nothingness. It was as if the whole nerve was about to disappear completely, and in the air, so flat, so thin, so thin, so thin, it was as if the air was about to fade, as if it were about to disappear completely. There are too many helplessness, there are too many overwhelmed, there is no way, there is no truth.

It's as if there are so many things that don't have any answers, it's so hard to get the truth, there's so much that you can't know the truth, there's so much you can't know the most real causes and conditions, everything is blank there, and the worries and worries in that blank space are so worrying about the whole heart, it's as if it's so sad and melancholy as if it's going to dig out your heart and lungs. Is it so painful as if you want to empty your whole brain, is it so hollowed out but still fruitless, useless? Will that be the case? Will everything be like this again?

It seems so unreal, it seems so impossible, it seems that there are so many impossibilities, there are too many too many helpless, there is so much confusion, there is no space, there is something indifferent, there is soft, all the air seems to be crying there, there is a cry of worry and sadness, there is a helplessness and I don't know what to do.

In the midst of sobbing and crying, everything is so and so unaware of what has become, everything is so blank and I don't know the reason, I don't know where it is going to be, what kind of waiting there is, waiting there quietly and quietly.

Is there such a sorrow and weeping as before? Is there something with it, and it seems to be with something there? Still waiting for something? What there is there is is not intentional, it seems to be unintentional, it is really so no choice, it is really so no choice, it is really so helpless, it is so difficult to find another way.

What kind of waiting, what is there, thinking about it, waiting, waiting, waiting for such a long time, will it wait for what kind of hope, is it so and so long and expecting to wait for a hope, looking forward to the dawn, looking forward to the dawn, looking forward to the dawn, looking forward to what kind of restart, looking forward to what kind of forgetting, as if it was so long and unknown forgetting.

In the blankness of the unknown and what kind of forgetting, what kind of pain there is, what kind of blankness, and then there is blank, so long and long-term forgetting, suddenly coming, suddenly disappearing, and so can't find anything, so as if you can't find it anymore.

Is there a feeling of sadness and sadness, as if you have been abandoned so suddenly, so completely abandoned again?

Is it something that can't wait for so long, what kind of carelessness ignores in that can't wait, what kind of carelessness ignores something, is it something that is suddenly ignored between one's own unconscious and unintentional? What kind of neglect can no longer be found and found?

Sometimes I ignore something, and I don't know what I have overlooked. Maybe there are too many things that are not good, there are too many things that are not enough, there are so many things that are not enough, and there is no way to do it.

It's just that I'm hurting, I feel that I'm inadequate, it's been so long-term inadequacy, is it so inadequate? Or is it a new mistake? Will you make a lot of mistakes? Is it possible that there is a sudden neglect of something in the unconscious, and that there are so many things that are suddenly ignored, and that there are so many things that are ignored, and that there are so long and worrying things that are ignored?

There are too many worries, there is a long and continuous loss there, there is such a blank in the mind, the exhaustion in that blank, the emaciation of the overwhelmed mind, suddenly there is a sense of powerlessness that is so tired and tired, it is so helpless there, it is so helpless, it is so unable to find any way and method, it is just so waiting for something, just waiting for something for so long, and there is something blank there, It's so long and persistent that it's like it's gone.

How do you find it? How do you go about finding your way? There was a melancholy, just a sudden blank and disappeared, gone, nothing, something that could no longer be found, and there was so no way what kind of one, what kind of helplessness.

What kind of helplessness there is, still want to do your best there, or want to work hard there, or what kind of heart you want to struggle there, it is so continuous struggle, but with your own worries, but with your own heartache and pain for a long and persistent waiting, so haggard waiting, and so helpless.

Is it just crying in that there is no way? Just crying? Is it such a constant and long cry? So lonely and crying.

The lonely flowers, the pink and gorgeous flowers, the haggard flowers gathered in the tears, are blooming everywhere, what kind of fragrant flowers are blooming everywhere, and in the fragrant flowers, what kind of haggardness, what kind of forgetfulness, what kind of helplessness there is, what kind of blank and helpless.

Just running so much, running in the wind, running in crying, running in the unfindable melancholy and helplessness, such a heart jumping, and so heart pain, running, so hard, so long-lasting, running so breathless, the whole heart of running seems to be about to jump out.

My heart seems to be about to jump out, I don't know what everything has become, it's just so confused, it's so blank, I don't know what everything has become like this, I don't know what it has become, I just feel like my whole heart is going to be gone.

The heart is about to die, as if it is about to stop. There is vacancy, there is blankness, there is panic, there is so powerlessness of the heart, it is so panic and beating and jumping.

What kind of struggle, there is a painful struggle. There are too many unknowns, too many overwhelmed, so many unreal, and so many helpless. Who knows what? Can anyone re-explain something?

It seems that it is still so unexplainable, there are too many unexplainable, at that moment it is just so flustered, just so messy, just so worried and worried, waiting for a long time, but it is so haggard waiting for nothing, just so confused, but so sad and smiling. All of a sudden, I felt so ridiculous.

Suddenly exhausted, I felt like a big joke, like a very ridiculous joke, very, very ridiculous, contemptible, and so helplessly pitiful.

Exhaustion, when it seems to be about to break out of the shell, as if you are so exhausted that you are about to completely collapse and die, you begin to have no choice, that is, there is nothing you can't choose. There are too many choices that cannot be made, and there are too many choices that cannot be made.

Just stop in one place, just stay in a small corner, stay in a small empty corner, feel like you can't breathe, you feel like you're going to die.

What is there is for a long time, there for a long time, and in that for a long time, it seems that there is something so short, as if it is so very, very short, it is unbelievable, it is as if it has disappeared so much that it has not yet been felt, it is like it has disappeared completely all of a sudden.

What has it become, and what has everything become again? And what has become of them? What kind of blank space is it? Is it hard to find and find in that void?

I feel that my mind is so blank, my emotions in that blank are out of control, it is difficult to control myself in that loss of control, it is so difficult to explain myself, my mood is so chaotic, it is difficult to explain in that chaos, it is difficult to calm down in that chaos, it is so as if my heart is about to explode.

The heart is about to burn, it is so good that the reason is as if it is about to die, but it is so dizzy and struggling, and it is struggling again. In that mind, there was a chaotic struggle, and I woke up again, and I woke up so painfully.

It was as if a pot of cold water had been poured into my head, as if a pot of cold water had been poured on my head, and in that sad air, something was flowing there rapidly, disappearing in the flow of the air, and what kind of disappearance was so suddenly difficult to find, and the complete and missing in that difficult to find.

It's just so quiet and it seems to be so quiet, something is close, something seems to be gone, I just feel helpless, hanging in the wind, as if there is something hanging in the wind, something hanging in the wind, is it a bell?

The tinkling golden bell was so beautiful, so golden, so brilliant and gorgeous, and it seemed to be such a blank, a blank that could not be found again.

It's as if I have returned to my childhood, in that warm and warm childhood, what kind of warmth and beauty, what kind of forgetting and forgetting, what kind of difficult to express, and what can't be expressed, what is so unclear, what is so free and melancholy, is the melancholy of the heart, is the melancholy of the heart, what kind of sadness, there is so much pain, so unforgettable, so sad, struggle.

It was like a needle piercing deep into the back, it was so painful that it was bleeding, it was the pain and pain of the needle piercing the back, it was so sudden and so sad and sad blank.

Crying in the wandering, what kind of crying in the wandering. What is waiting, what is so waiting, what is quietly flowing in it, it seems to be gentle, it seems to be warm, and it seems to be so disappeared.

The moment she saw him suddenly, she remembered the moment she suddenly saw him in her childhood, it was so suddenly her eyes lit up, as if a deceptive dark night suddenly shone out of nowhere a beam of light, it was a bright light, that bright light seemed to shine into her heart, as if it had illuminated a piece of her heart.

In that bright world, she wanted to cry, but she was so happy to smile, cry and cry happily that she didn't know and understand, she couldn't tell what kind of gentle emotions they were, there were too many and too many indescribable, there were too many of them that were difficult to express, and difficult to explain, what kind of emotions were that, what kind of emotions and feelings were so difficult to explain, just so sudden melancholy, just so sudden powerlessness, and so sudden jump, It's as if the heart is going to jump out of the mouth of the heart, not beating.

There will be a lot of uncertainty, there will be too much confusion and confusion, just so chaotic, just so suddenly, as if suddenly I looked up, I saw a pistol on my forehead, just so trance, it seemed to be frightened, and it seemed to be stunned.

It's as if she's lost her life, as if the other party hasn't pulled the gun's little ear, she's like she's been shot, and she's lost her life as if she's dead. However, she seems to exist, and she seems to be able to feel her own existence.

She wasn't dead, but all of a sudden it seemed as if she was going to die. It's just that suddenly there is an urge to laugh, and suddenly something rushes in, something rushes into the heart, as if somewhere in the heart is very soft, very weak or something is so fierce that it is hit by something, which is a feeling that is difficult to explain yourself.

It's just that all of a sudden, it seems to feel very sweet, but it seems to be so unreal, because there has been too much deception, there has been too much hurt, and all of a sudden, it stops, and suddenly everything feels so unreal, as if it is so too false, too beautiful to be true, too beautiful to believe, too beautiful, as if it is false, because something has disappeared, it has completely disappeared something.

There trembling and helpless, just as I was close to it, but I hit a wall, it was so hit that my head broke the blood, it was so scarred, when the sad and painful wounds of the whole body had not healed, when the wounds had not healed, what I encountered again was like another wall, or another knife.

There is something trembling there, trembling there with sorrow and fear, trembling there helplessly, hiding there, crying there, looking forward there, waiting there but so haggard, what kind of pain waiting. I hugged myself so helplessly, I just hugged myself so hard, I just hugged myself so hard, I just hugged myself so hard.

There will be times when people are so lonely and lonely that they have no choice, they have no choice but to be alone, that is what they have no choice, it seems to be so impossible, what is unbelievable, what is so unbelievable, it is so unbelievable for a while, there is no way to believe, there is no way to explain, it is like so inexplicable.

In the midst of not being able to find answers and explanations, wanting to suddenly get out of the shadows and gloom, it is as if one's heart is wrapped in a thick fog, but it is so chaotic that it is difficult to find anything in that chaos, it seems that it is so impossible to find anything anymore. I don't know what everything has become again, and I hope that something can be re-unraveled.

The heart has a thousand sorrows, the heart has a thousand knots, it is a sorrow that cannot be untied, it is so untibling, it is so helpless, it is so melancholy, and it is so like the empty sorrow and pain of the heart.

It's just so quiet and it seems to be so quiet, what kind of waiting, what kind of waiting, what kind of waiting, what kind of waiting, what kind of waiting, what kind of waiting, just disappearing, like a rain of smoke, like a blood-red rain.

It was the tears of the sky, like a blood-red tear falling under the blue sky, a tear that was not a flower, not a leaf or a rain, a blood-red tear, like a wound in the sky that was bloomed by flowers, and the rain in the wounds and scars was such a rain, but it seemed to be a bloody rain.

Is there something too sad about there? Could it be that there is something so helpless and helpless and unrelieved?

What I can't forget, what is difficult to untie in my heart, what is untiring, what kind of pain and pain, but in such a falling cold, what can't be warmed, what can't be approached, what can't be found, what is so difficult to explain, what is so impossible.

It seems that there is something waiting there, it is so long waiting, what needs to be reopened, it is the opening of a lock, the opening of that lock, the opening of that door, but it seems to be about to make his hand seem to be so painful, as if it is like every nerve is in pain, but it is still so helpless, but it is still so inexplicable, but suddenly the heart is anxious, there is a kind of haggard and pain in exhaustion.

I want to wait for something, I want to wait for something like this, but it's so blank, it's like such a complete vacancy and blankness, just caring about something, just caring about something, just suddenly feeling the heaviness of my heart, as if my heart is being weighed down by something.

It's as if my heart and mouth are being weighed down by something, but it's so tightly pressed as if I can't breathe, as if I can't breathe. I don't know what everything has become, what is there is just such a silly smile, just a silly smile like a sudden evil.

There will be a lot of untiring knots and there seems to be a lot of indescribable happiness, but that kind of happiness is like a bubble that cannot be touched, for fear that it will break if you touch it.

It seems to be glass, a fragile and very beautiful piece of glass, that is, I am so afraid that as soon as I stretch out my hand, the glass will be broken, and so completely cut my hands, that is, my hands are full of blood, and it is full of blood.

She just felt the wounds like this, felt so many wounds on her hands, so many painful wounds, wounds that were cut and scratched, and the wounds, one by one, one after another, were untouchable wounds and memories, and the pain of memories was like a wound left on her hands.

She was just so suddenly melancholy, just so melancholy.

With such emotions and thoughts, the fish spirit unconsciously fell back into a slumber.