Many people are unhappy because they always feel that the past is too good, the present is too bad, and the future is too vague...

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The dark night is reflected by the snow, which gives a suffocating light. Under the dim light, the snow falls gently on the ground with the wind, laying a layer of silver for the whole A shop.

Longyaochen leaned on Ling's smiling shoulder, with all the camouflage removed from his grim, carved face, like a child, sadly seeking comfort in his mother's arms.

"Laugh," the hoarse voice said with deep sadness, "Don't tell her..."

Ling smiled and looked at her son slightly. He did...