The night is poignant, and so are the people. Dong Qiuxu raised his head slightly from Du Shaoran's neck and shoulders, his eyes that had faded from tears returned to their previous depth, looking at Du Shaoran's childish face, he only felt his heart rippling. Compared with those peerless beauties, he seems to like the simplicity of her little jasper, and compared to those gentle and virtuous lovers, he likes her willful self-indifference. People's hearts are really undersea needles, there are obviously better choices, but they have to let themselves be worse than...

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