Go back to 2010 and restart your college years. That year, under the camphor tree, the girl folded a paper crane filled with love poems.
That year, in front of Runxin Lake, there were cicadas chirping and frogs singing, there was a moonlit night in midsummer, and there was the third kind of stunning beauty in the world. That year, a tiger was killed in Hongcheng, Xijiang, shocking the world!
Zhou Yan: I really don’t want to be a male god, but my strength doesn’t allow it.
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