My Saving Grace
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Waves of despair and a sunset of sorrow. Facing the atrociousness of the world is like a blizzard for Alluria. How can she find hope in the middle of the cold freezing month of December. Everything in her life is like a never ending cycle of suffering. But suddenly, a stranger came out of nowhere. A man who will save her from being drowned. A man who's willing to dive into the abyss of her deepest scar just to understand her. Nevertheless, he is also the man who'll make her reminisce all her agonizing memories. Will she accept him? Will she let him unlocked her sealed heart? Or will she ignore him just to avoid her painful history.
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