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his power, shielding him with a thin film of light.
Seeing this, xin Junmao stopped asking questions. he just sat quietly, municating with the orchestra and continuing to watch the faces listening to the music. the scary miss qiao next to her was thought to be a decoration...
heimorphen moved the strings violently, his moving fingers almost disappearing from the screen, and his excited body seemed to be forcefully contracted.
however, xin Junmao didn't feel that hai molfen was embarrassed. In fact, I felt a little envious of how beautiful she was in doing her best for what she loved.
In over 20 years of life, he has never found anything he truly loves. he is like a headless fly whose confused mind always covers itself with mediocrity.
xin Junmao sighed in his heart, looked at the people around him dancing and muttering, and realized that he couldn't even pare with the people on the spot. At least he wasn't able to fully immerse himself in heimofen's music. he just thought the melody was beautiful and the scenery was beautiful. It's majestic, that's all.
It's still impressive...
he just sighs when he suddenly realizes that the young audience member in front of him, with a somewhat familiar face, is just like him. Although he was unaffected by heimofen's ``Yin'' music, he was a little intoxicated by its appearance. close your eyes and slowly look at the color.
For a while, xin Junmao couldn't remember where he had seen the
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