"Something like a curse?"

The long white fingers under the black glove touched it lightly.

After such a round of spring, summer, autumn and winter passed, the doubts in her heart were full of eighty or ninety.

"Goo!"

The egg cub snapped and glued tighter.

It's not just its appearance, it's also its mind that stays forever in its infancy.

In the autumn, it was obviously a lot more stable, and now it is back to the childishness when it was first picked up in spring

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