Chapter 447: , I happened to think of that butterfly
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It's you.
Make my dream.
The fragrance is by the pillow.
I am the flower branch you long for.
Within my opened beauty.
Hope to fly back to you.
That fragrant, graceful silhouette.
Because of you.
The spring in my heart.
Only then does it linger, unwilling to leave.
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