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"Xiaoqiu, Xiaoqiu ..." The man's deep and magnetic voice floated in the dark, Xiaoqiu frowned, Xiaoqiu, Xiaoqiu! ! What a tacky name. This sounds like a painful life. I really don't like this name. Why is my name so ugly?
Suddenly, a mirror appeared in front of her, crystal clear, complicated vines and patterns wrapped around the gold frame, shining bright golden light in the opaque night.
Xiaoqiu looked at herself in the mirror, wearing long skirts everywhere, and her hair was casually draped over her shoulders like a cloud. The small dress showed her smooth shoulders and graceful curves, as well as her carefully decorated face. Is it herself? It is obviously the same five senses, but I don't know how many times the temperament.
Xiaoqiu stared at her black eyes and her long eyelashes sparkled, and she was fascinated by herself for the first time. Is this so-called narcissism?
"Little autumn, little autumn-"the deep voice rang again, as if it had gone through thousands of years of time and space. With a long and heavy time stamp, Xiaoqiu replied doubtfully: "I am here, who is it, who is calling me?"
"You're not-"The woman in the mirror suddenly stuck her tongue out at Xiaoqiu. Xiaoqiu was startled: What's the matter? Why is it a mirror? ...