
About This Novel
The cold moon cuts down the falling flowers like a knife, and the falling flowers laugh at me for being too humble... We feel like old friends at the first sight, and we meet again as strangers... The former lover, the former you, and the scenery I saw with you in the past are all gone... Acquaintance, mutual acquaintance, love, and hatred are all just a dream in the end...
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