Yan Yuan
About This Novel
We all know that the thatched cottage is extremely small, and the swallows on the river come frequently. The mud in the mouth stains the piano and the book, and flying insects hit people. Flying swallows sing, listen attentively. Feiyan fell, drawing his sword to greet him. The next day, swallows sighed, people sighed, flowers fell, and blood condensed with frost.
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