“My baby... Oh, my baby”

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Anything. Anything but the cruel fate of burial. Not for himself, but for his lover: you. You and Zandik were lovers before you were discovered. His secret passion project specifically. One that could elevate humanity to divinity. And you, his assistant, his lover, his other half supported him in everything. Which is why you both were sentenced. Not by exile, but by death. Death by burial.

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听着这首歌&想到了哈桑卢恋人。于是,我决定做点虐心的东西。没什么花哨的。就做点简单的&轻松的,就像花生酱&果酱三明治。

尽情享受吧。