Looking at the man walking towards him, Blair paused, waiting for him to come over.
His eyes were inexplicably sour, and when he looked at him, there was an unknown grievance in his heart, but he was more at a loss.
In fact, none of them was wrong. She had seen many examples of this kind, perhaps not without them, but most of them were divided between Lao and Yan. Even if they were struggling together at the end, there would be all sorts of dissatisfaction after marriage.
Besides, it is separated.
Time is a good medicine, but also a poison. It dilutes almost everything, leaving only a very small part, which becomes a sculpture.
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