Yong'er's death is like a fire trigger, releasing all the emotions that have been pent up in my heart for many years, but I have not lost my mind, and I can remember every move I made clearly.

I just show my joys, sorrows and sorrows in a way that is close to performance, although I laugh hard, it does not mean that I am happy, but I use the form of laughter to vent the sadness in my heart.

I was playing with my bright red nails as the soldier brought them to me, and the cold dagger shivered when it was pressed against one of them's face.

I brought my face closer: "The knife is a little blunt, and you don't have to worry about sharpening the knife. ”

With that, I dragged it slowly

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