The night is like the sea, and everything in the world is so quiet that there is no trace of life. On the branches of memory, life emerges with revelry and pain, and the smile of the dead is a mandala blooming on the other side, tearing vows and joy apart. The youth is no more, the youth is no more, and the old people are no more.

At a glance, there are only tombstones and trees. Xiao Duxue's rock-quiet body hid in the deep night, and it was almost integrated with the tombstone.

What should I do about Galactic? I never thought things would turn out like this, and I never thought I would be bothered by this kind of problem...... I like children, I like to have my own children, I like to have my own children. Can now ,......

"A Thousand Knots of Love and Floating Life" A Thousand Knots: Chapter 145: I Don't See the Old People I am hitting in my hand, please wait a moment,

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