Xinlan's Hand-made Private Kitchen [most Delicious Collagen Silk]——both Beauty and Deliciousness, Good Snacks and Regular Dishes

Xinlan's hand-made private kitchen [Jewei Collagen Silk]——Bad Ass, I forgot that person’s love and romance (not love)

We are all alone, so lonely that the soul will tremble...On the plains of life, we walk alone, the only companion is the shadow behind us, speechless, silent... Spring goes and autumn comes, winter melts into summer, that kind of loneliness The additional accumulation is getting more and more prosperous. We become fragile, so fragile that we can't believe it. A little warmth, a little hope, can make us desperate, like a drowning person grabbing that frivolous straw...
We need solace, we need to rely on, we need a shoulder to lean on. Billowing red dust obscures the eyes, in loneliness, in loneliness, in the name of the so-called love, how can we see thoroughly and clearly. We can only follow the footsteps of desire and involuntarily move towards the unknown future. The desperate love, the bravery of madness and blind obedience, the stubborn and fearless heart are all we have. We are like a stubborn cow, bowed our heads, closed our eyes, and slammed forward hard, bleeding from our heads and scarred...
The outcome is destined, those blind obedience, those stubbornness, those so-called courage, just those crystal salt grains that they sprinkled on the wound. The prosperity is gone, the song ends and people disperse, only we are hiding in the corner of life and counting the number of scars alone, the red color stings our eyes. Sticking out our tongue to lick the wound, when the blood filled our mouth, the exhausting pain made us almost fainted. There is no one to comfort, no one to rely on, only ourselves, alone with the pain of bone erosion...Looking back and think about it, is this love? Do not! This is not love, love should be sweet, love should be joyful, love should be warm, love should be comfortable... This is just a sorrow we have been asking for. Perhaps, the person we should not love but still fall in love with has a faint smell that we are familiar with, a ray of the figure we desire in our dreams, nothing more...

Badass Bao then described her love, her sorrow in the dialog box...
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The description of Badass Treasures is all over, or scattered or miserable or confused, there are so many, let my heart be lost...like a brother like a father...like a brother like a father...good! Bad boy treasure, maybe when you come to a strange city alone, the moment he picks you up, you are destined to become his so-called prisoner of love. Those awkward gentleness, those imposing past events, do you have the taste of happiness that is missing in your memory... I don't want to pursue it, I don't want to understand, I don't want to think about it. All I know is, badass treasure, that's not love. We can call it the sustenance of the lack of emotion, the supply of the blind zone of the soul, but we can never call it love! Because, when he blurted out "respect your decision" and ruined that innocent little life with indifference, he was already doomed-not love...
Haha, what a song "Fake Monk"...
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