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"Qiyu, do you know what it means to hate someone who is impossible to hate?"
"Maybe you understand, but so what? I don't think I am much more relaxed than you, because I don't want to hate her, but I hate her, so I need to tell myself from time to time that I can't help hating her, because she ruined my life and I can't get rid of it in my life. "
"But while I hate her, I love her so much. So I am destined to live between two moods, that kind of pain, I hope you will never feel it ... "
"But, the irony is ..."
"I don't regret loving her or hating her at all ..."
Kei feather wordlessly looked at the girl in front of her. She is the most famous killer, Huang Huang, but no one can think of this. She is just a child under 16 years old-a child. Because he is older than her, but not much older-he just turned seventeen this year.
"I haven't seen you for seven years. I thought we would never meet again. " He sipped elegant celadon full of "Biluochun" and said leisurely to Huang Huang. Huang Huang caressed the knife in his hand, smiling like a flower, and casually connected it: "Unexpectedly, we actually met in this scene. Kei, if someone wants me to help you solve it. ...