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In the twelfth year of liking him, he finally proposed to me in public. When his white moonlight became a widower, he went to stay with her for three days and three nights. I didn't cry or make a fuss.

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In the twelfth year of liking him, he finally proposed to me in public. Until his white moonlight became a widower, he went to accompany her for three days and three nights. I didn't cry or make a fuss. When we met again later, he held my wrist tightly, his voice trembling: Where are our children? I smiled faintly: We don't have any children. #novel#romance#cheeselovetweet

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