C85 Why Don't You Let Me Call You Your Wife
Rays of light fell from the horizon, and the smell of the fire floated in the air, taking over the smell.
The red dress was made of gauze, and a corner was fluttering on the windowsill. Unable to endure the ravages of the wind, it drifted down leisurely.
The sound of high heels stepping on the floor appeared once again along with the sunrise.
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