In the long night, her nightgown was wet with dripping sour tears, her eyes were already swollen with bitterness, and her weak body trembled and trembled.

She is like a white pear blossom that is so fragile that it is pitiful in the dark night, exuding a faint fragrance.

But at this moment, the pear blossom was washed with tears, so pitiful that it seemed to wither at any time in the next second.

In my memory, this was the first time she cried so much.

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