Her young and flowery life was buried in the darkness of the political campaign, buried in him and his mutual benefit, not mentioned or cared about by anyone.
She, a twenty-year-old girl, who has never experienced the most splendid years of her life, has become his and his victim so silently, how can you not let people, especially women, sigh!
She walked among the politicians who were full of intrigue, and became the bright color between him in suits and his ashes, and how long can her flower bloom in the cruel struggle between political power and interests?
A dim life is not made brighter by the blooming of bright flowers.
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