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It seems to be suppressing my emotions and not letting me cry, but I may have been stuck in the past few days and have never been able to figure it out. The more I hold it in, the more I can't stop the tears.
"Why did she suffer from those... She is really a very good person. She may live a difficult life at any time, and why can't she survive even if she dies? Why did she suffer from these?"
Maybe it is because of the girl's temperament, maybe it is because when people are so sad that they cry, there is no sound when they cry. The child's voice seems to be heart-wrenching, but what roars out of his voice are silent sounds, sometimes
The calmer you are, the more depressed you are, the sadder you feel. The child is trembling when he speaks.
Chen Mo didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only gently stroke the little girl's head again and again.
"Brother, do you know? Before meeting her, no one has ever been so kind to me. She taught me to study, to teach me dignity and self-love, and she taught me so much... She is really a very good person.
Good people, wuwuwu... why have you experienced these things? I once thought that if I grow up and become stronger, I will help her live the life she wants... Why don't you wait for me, don't wait
I'm growing up..."
"They were all talking about her. She was locked in the backyard in front of her and no one cared about her. After her death, she cared so much. She asked the master to do it, and painted talismans and posted talismans, for fear that she would turn into a ghost and return to the village to take revenge.
Every household put a talisman on it, as if they were afraid that they would not kill her soul. It was not her who did the wrong thing, but she has never been her. Why do everyone treat her like this?"
The little girl kept talking, constantly talking. It seemed that the more she said, the more she could dilute the traces left by the blood-red and rotten smell that day.
The little girl had a clear thinking logic, like a little adult. After this time, the feeling became stronger, completely fading away the tenderness and innocence. There seemed to be resentment and resentment in her eyes, and the anger and numbness in her eyes.
When kneaded together, it was as rich as a ball of black ink...
It seems to be suppressing my emotions and not letting me cry, but I may have been stuck in the past few days and have never been able to figure it out. The more I hold it in, the more I can't stop the tears.
"Why did she suffer from those... She is really a very good person. She may live a difficult life at any time, and why can't she survive even if she dies? Why did she suffer from these?"
Maybe it is because of the girl's temperament, maybe it is because when people are so sad that they cry, there is no sound when they cry. The child's voice seems to be heart-wrenching, but what roars out of his voice are silent sounds, sometimes
The calmer you are, the more depressed you are, the sadder you feel. The child is trembling when he speaks.
Chen Mo didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only gently stroke the little girl's head again and again.
"Brother, do you know? Before meeting her, no one has ever been so kind to me. She taught me to study, to teach me dignity and self-love, and she taught me so much... She is really a very good person.
Good people, wuwuwu... why have you experienced these? I once thought that if I grow up and become stronger, I will help her live the life she wants... Why don't you wait for me, don't wait
I'm growing up..."
"They were all talking about her. She was locked in the backyard in front of her and no one cared about her. After her death, she cared so much. She asked the master to do it, and painted talismans and posted talismans, for fear that she would turn into a ghost and return to the village to take revenge.
Every household put a talisman on it, as if they were afraid that they would not kill her soul. It was not her who did the wrong thing, but she has never been her. Why do everyone treat her like this?"
The little girl kept talking, constantly talking. It seemed that the more she said, the more she could dilute the traces left by the blood-red and rotten smell that day.
The little girl had a clear thinking logic, like a little adult. After this time, the feeling became stronger, completely fading away the tenderness and innocence. There seemed to be resentment and resentment in her eyes, and the anger and numbness in her eyes.
When kneaded together, it was as rich as a ball of black ink...
It seems to be suppressing my emotions and not letting me cry, but I may have been stuck in the past few days and have never been able to figure it out. The more I hold it in, the more I can't stop the tears.
"Why did she suffer from those... She is really a very good person. She may live a difficult life at any time, and why can't she survive even if she dies? Why did she suffer from these?"
Maybe it is because of the girl's temperament, maybe it is because when people are so sad that they cry, there is no sound when they cry. The child's voice seems to be heart-wrenching, but what roars out of his voice are silent sounds, sometimes
The calmer you are, the more depressed you are, the sadder you feel. The child is trembling when he speaks.
Chen Mo didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only gently stroke the little girl's head again and again.
"Brother, do you know? Before meeting her, no one has ever been so kind to me. She taught me to study, to teach me dignity and self-love, and she taught me so much... She is really a very good person.
Good people, wuwuwu... why have you experienced these? I once thought that if I grow up and become stronger, I will help her live the life she wants... Why don't you wait for me, don't wait
I'm growing up..."
"They were all talking about her. She was locked in the backyard in front of her and no one cared about her. After her death, she cared so much. She asked the master to do it, and painted talismans and posted talismans, for fear that she would turn into a ghost and return to the village to take revenge.
Every household put a talisman on it, as if they were afraid that they would not kill her soul. It was not her who did the wrong thing, but she has never been her. Why do everyone treat her like this?"
The little girl kept talking, constantly talking. It seemed that the more she said, the more she could dilute the traces left by the blood-red and rotten smell that day.
The little girl had a clear thinking logic, like a little adult. After this time, the feeling became stronger, completely fading away the tenderness and innocence. There seemed to be resentment and resentment in her eyes, and the anger and numbness in her eyes.
When kneaded together, it was as rich as a ball of black ink...
It seems to be suppressing my emotions and not letting me cry, but I may have been stuck in the past few days and have never been able to figure it out. The more I hold it in, the more I can't stop the tears.
"Why did she suffer from those... She is really a very good person. She may live a difficult life at any time, and why can't she survive even if she dies? Why did she suffer from these?"
Maybe it is because of the girl's temperament, maybe it is because when people are so sad that they cry, there is no sound when they cry. The child's voice seems to be heart-wrenching, but what roars out of his voice are silent sounds, sometimes
The calmer you are, the more depressed you are, the sadder you feel. The child is trembling when he speaks.
Chen Mo didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only gently stroke the little girl's head again and again.
"Brother, do you know? Before meeting her, no one has ever been so kind to me. She taught me to study, to teach me dignity and self-love, and she taught me so much... She is really a very good person.
Good people, wuwuwu... why have you experienced these? I once thought that if I grow up and become stronger, I will help her live the life she wants... Why don't you wait for me, don't wait
I'm growing up..."
"They were all talking about her. She was locked in the backyard in front of her and no one cared about her. After her death, she cared so much. She asked the master to do it, and painted talismans and posted talismans, for fear that she would turn into a ghost and return to the village to take revenge.
Every household put a talisman on it, as if they were afraid that they would not kill her soul. It was not her who did the wrong thing, but she has never been her. Why do everyone treat her like this?"
The little girl kept talking, constantly talking. It seemed that the more she said, the more she could leave traces of the blood-red and rotten smell that day.
The little girl had a clear thinking logic, like a little adult. After this time, the feeling became stronger, completely fading away the tenderness and innocence. There seemed to be resentment and resentment in her eyes, and the anger and numbness in her eyes.
When kneaded together, it was as rich as a ball of black ink...
It seems to be suppressing my emotions and not letting me cry, but I may have been stuck in the past few days and have never been able to figure it out. The more I hold it in, the more I can't stop the tears.
"Why did she suffer from those... She is really a very good person. She may live a difficult life at any time, and why can't she survive even if she dies? Why did she suffer from these?"
Maybe it is because of the girl's temperament, maybe it is because when people are so sad that they cry, there is no sound when they cry. The child's voice seems to be heart-wrenching, but what roars out of his voice are silent sounds, sometimes
The calmer you are, the more depressed you are, the sadder you feel. The child is trembling when he speaks.
Chen Mo didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only gently stroke the little girl's head again and again.
"Brother, do you know? Before meeting her, no one has ever been so kind to me. She taught me to study, to teach me dignity and self-love, and she taught me so much... She is really a very good person.
Good people, wuwuwu... why have you experienced these? I once thought that if I grow up and become stronger, I will help her live the life she wants... Why don't you wait for me, don't wait
I'm growing up..."
"They were all talking about her. She was locked in the backyard in front of her and no one cared about her. After her death, she cared so much. She asked the master to do it, and painted talismans and posted talismans, for fear that she would turn into a ghost and return to the village to take revenge.
Every household put a talisman on it, as if they were afraid that they would not kill her soul. It was not her who did the wrong thing, but she has never been her. Why do everyone treat her like this?"
The little girl kept talking, constantly talking. It seemed that the more she said, the more she could dilute the traces left by the blood-red and rotten smell that day.
The little girl had a clear thinking logic, like a little adult. After this time, the feeling became stronger, completely fading away the tenderness and innocence. There seemed to be resentment and resentment in her eyes, and the anger and numbness in her eyes. When kneaded together, it was as rich as a ball of black ink...
It seems to be suppressing my emotions and not letting me cry, but I may have been stuck in the past few days and have never been able to figure it out. The more I hold it in, the more I can't stop the tears.
"Why did she suffer from those... She is really a very good person. She may live a difficult life at any time, and why can't she survive even if she dies? Why did she suffer from these?"
Maybe it is because of the girl's temperament, maybe it is because when people are so sad that they cry, there is no sound when they cry. The child's voice seems to be heart-wrenching, but what roars out of his voice are silent sounds, sometimes The calmer you are, the more depressed you are, the sadder you feel. The child is trembling when he speaks.
Chen Mo didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only gently stroke the little girl's head again and again.
"Brother, do you know? Before meeting her, no one has ever been so kind to me. She taught me to study, to teach me dignity and self-love, and she taught me so much... She is really a very good person. Good people, wuwuwu... why have you experienced these? I once thought that if I grow up and become stronger, I will help her live the life she wants... Why don't you wait for me, don't wait I'm growing up..."
"They were all talking about her. She was locked in the backyard in front of her and no one cared about her. After her death, she cared so much. She asked the master to do it, and painted talismans and posted talismans, for fear that she would turn into a ghost and return to the village to take revenge. Every household put a talisman on it, as if they were afraid that they would not kill her soul. It was not her who did the wrong thing, but she has never been her. Why do everyone treat her like this?"
The little girl kept talking, constantly talking. It seemed that the more she said, the more she could dilute the traces left by the blood-red and rotten smell that day.
The little girl had a clear thinking logic, like a little adult. After this time, the feeling became stronger, completely fading away the tenderness and innocence. There seemed to be resentment and resentment in her eyes, and the anger and numbness in her eyes. When kneaded together, it was as rich as a ball of black ink...
It seems to be suppressing my emotions and not letting me cry, but I may have been stuck in the past few days and have never been able to figure it out. The more I hold it in, the more I can't stop the tears.
"Why did she suffer from those... She is really a very good person. She may live a difficult life at any time, and why can't she survive even if she dies? Why did she suffer from these?"
Maybe it is because of the girl's temperament, maybe it is because when people are so sad that they cry, there is no sound when they cry. The child's voice seems to be heart-wrenching, but what roars out of his voice are silent sounds, sometimes The calmer you are, the more depressed you are, the sadder you feel. The child is trembling when he speaks.