
Ten Thousand Years Later We Are Still Happy Enemies
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If after ten thousand years, we can still love each other across interfaces, across identities, regardless of country, regardless of life and death, I will marry you. Fragment: "I was born eight hundred years ago and eight hundred years later. I knew astronomy at the top and geography at the bottom. I was eloquent, eloquent, charming, handsome, with a face like a crown of jade, lips painted with vermilion, and eyebrows like a painting..." "Lifelike!" "You girl, how can you curse!" "I didn't say you were as heartless as a chicken or a pig. Qiao, his appearance is three points worse than that of Yaksha. He can speak like a stone sculpture, and can speak like a wooden statue. His handsome face is like grass, his lips are bloody, and his eyebrows are as heavy as a mountain. How can he ward off evil spirits and eliminate disasters, and his words can stop a child from crying at night? "
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