My phone had not rung all the time that evening, I am in Zhuhai not carefullyblue angelWestern-style food hall broke a coffee cup, I know, everything will differ tomorrow. Since that day, thin silk is born to also had not appeared again, whats don’t have phone, short message, she ases if the world evaporates. Phone her, it is to stop the voice of machine. After a week, I receive a letter, the pen word of orchid color, have the cultured letter paper of dark flower.

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