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The snow is not marc that let her fall hell, she is definitely beautiful.

It is very beautiful ...

His hand slowly stroked her dead face, white beautiful face, quiet and closed eyes.

There is also a scattered ink.

She is the first, he feels good woman.

It is good to see that anyone will lose color in front of her.

There is no trace of snow, I feel that she is in all times.

The comments on the cheats, one sentence knows that he doesn't like her.

Just want to take advantage of her.

So she wants to cure him so humble, and then get his love.

It's really foolish.

Love a person, how can I love this ugly look.

Even if she is good, it is too embarrassing.

Snow is not trace, I want to laugh at her.

But I find my face, some cold.

He reached out and touched it, and his tears flocked from his thin eyes.

The snow is shocked, and the tears on his fingers is not hurt, but the tears in the eyes can't stop.

His hand also buckled her wrist, the wound on the wrist, let him refer to the trembling of the skin.

She is actually afraid of pain.

But in the nails, in order to practice the hidden instruments he wants her, she tied to the inside.

On the wrist, in order to heal him, he broke the blood with a knife.

Snow is not marked, he opened her hand, closed her eyes and no longer looked at her.

Then he turned and went.

Don't allow you to continue to remember.

People are dead, he can't regret it.

After walking, he looked at the empty garden, and a red dress was swayed in the month.

Flower fall.

The snow is cold and cold, and the feet should be stepped on.

However, this time is late.

The snow has no trace, and the monthly flowers are in the ground. He looked at him for a while, and he suddenly heard someone behind him.

"master?"

He has burst into bright light in his eyes and immediately turned to look at the window sill.

But I found that only one tree is good, the window sill is empty.

The snow did not stand for a while, and the chest was not hurt, but it was empty, and the empty terrible.

He is cold and self-laughing, "it's true that it is still in it ..."

Self-depth laughing gradually became bigger, and finally laughed some distorted crazy.

He laughed at the end, his face was a little, cold and cold: "I don't believe, I don't believe that you can die, I will affect me, and love is just a moment, only the fool will be a lifetime."

When he decided to kill her, he could not look back.

Including her things like her, he will definitely not recognize it.

The snow is not married to the house, and there is a madness in the eyes. He walked over step by step and then touched the door.

I don't want to go in, I am standing at the door, and the pale frightening face has a madness of a lonely.

"Kill you, ruin your body, I see what you can still confuse me."

Anyone who makes him emotion is his enemy.

The snow is not marked, and people have brought the oil and tie, he personally ignited the house.

The house is burning.

Snow is no trace, standing in front of the flame, white face printing red fire.

Junmei is like a ghost.

There is no mask in Qian Qian gentle, and the cold is like a snow.

Even the disguise is lost.

Everything ruined her, he would not be noted.

He is so cold-hearted, will not suffer for a thing that will never get something, or a person who cannot get it.

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