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"I don't want to listen, Ashu, let's not talk about it anymore..." That day, Mu Yun said this to me while gently tugging at my sleeve. I clearly saw her red eyes, tears about to fall, so adorable, Mu Yun. Clearly, my heart was torn and trampled, my Ayue, my Spring Festival, this is not just any other story, do you know this is the path we once walked together step by step? You don't know what price I paid. I just want to tell you this kind of story, a story that will make you cry. I don't think it's a good story. Can you make it better, Mu Yun? "Ashu will always be with Mu Yun, Spring tree Mu Yun. Don't cry, today let's make some lactose snow."
... I like this palace, and naturally, I want to gather all the beauty. If he could pick the stars and the moon for me, I could smile. "Dong Jiao~" I saw him again, I knew who he was, there's only one possibility. The most beloved beauty, my dear The beauty, now I can only call him Dong Jiao, I can't call him Ajiao. He has aged a lot, almost unrecognizable from the beauty he once was, so ethereal and untainted by dust, such a pity, I think.
I don't cajole The beauty like I used to, even though Dong Jiao doesn't mind. He just cajoles me like he used to cajole The beauty during the Spring Festival, willing to give me whatever I want, turning a blind eye to my mischief.
Dong Jiao never asks, never asks any stupid, boring, or meaningless questions. Perhaps he knows that when he's The beauty, I'm willing to cajole him, but now I just love to lazily lounge around like a golden cat Quinn.
I am no longer Spring Festival, I am Quinn's rose, I am Guli Su. Perhaps if I were to take the Sunblade to kill him, he would only smile and hold me. I am still sitting on his lap, my hand caressing the fine lines on his face, Dong Jiao is really ugly. It's strange, even though he clearly doesn't look good when he smiles, his face isn't good-looking, why can't I bring myself to do it? Why can't I let go when he looks at me and smiles, the Sunblade has been with me all along, I have never forgotten Quinn's words.
He wants me to kill someone for him, to have his rose kill a fading The beauty. I can't kill Dong Jiao, with his eyes that always belong to Spring Festival, the rose would not be able to hold back tears.
How can there be such a foolish owner in the world who doesn't understand their own kitty? Especially when it's a major transformation like this?
"An aging The beauty is still a The beauty, meow meow, didn't I teach you that before? Do you, this crazy one, know that stolen The beauty won't last long?" I killed, using the knife given to me by that person to kill that person. I wielded the knife swiftly and decisively, because she was beautiful, and I wanted her to leave in peace, even though it was stolen and should be returned. In the end, is it my golden meow meow Quinn or the strange woman who doesn't like roses...
"Why, don't you like this face? My rose, don't you want to be my Yue'er? My only Yue'er." She laughed brazenly, and I saw the blood bloom, spreading vibrant red flowers on her short golden robe, truly beautiful—just like the most dazzling Red rose in the Luo Palace.
"I like it, this face is so beautiful, Quinn, oh no, Cat Ke, you shouldn't steal The beauty's face. No one knows him better than I do, I love him more than anyone. When you stole Xiao Shao's face, I didn't say anything, what do you want to do when you borrowed Meow Meow's shell? It's just an ordinary ginger fat cat, and you want to steal even it? You are really a greedy demon, just die and return everything." Roses kill people, but roses will always be just their own roses. Roses love The beauty, they want to see the accessible fireworks, want the colorful and magnificent mountains and rivers, they are infatuated with the wonderful things in the world and naturally abhor the ugliness and dirtiness of baseness... just like this evil three-legged cat.
She not only steals others' The beauty and bodies but also steals others' hearts, but she didn't expect, never expected that Spring Festival has no heart! I didn't expect that the real rose - Guli Su's heart actually belongs to The beauty's pair of eyes."
Spring Festival, Spring Festival, don't move, it's okay to like whatever you want, can you stay, please stay, I beg you. "The The beauty of The beauty has returned, it's really beautiful, I saw him crying and begging me, even the heart of a rose can shed tears. But roses are not Spring Festival, Spring Festival died a long time ago, a very long time ago. Now Guli Su can only do this little thing for her - exchange the bright red of the rose for the eternal The beauty of The beauty, such The beauty is truly remarkable.
"Spring Festival..."
"I am Guli Su, I am a rose." I should be smiling beautifully, smiling like Spring Festival, Red rose blooming on white jade, so beautiful.
Later on, my wandering soul always revolves around his place. I know he closed the warehouse early, he treats the people well, even the captives of the warehouse. He has been searching, always trying to find, searching for Guli Su's household registration file, searching for her identity information... Does he love Spring Festival or me? Perhaps it's Spring Festival. If it's me, this rose, everything will be scattered.
Goodbye, The beauty, goodbye, Dong Jiao.
Spring Festival, I'm sorry. Roses also have their own thoughts, goodbye.
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