Painting Every Year

About This Novel

Sighing that the world is turbulent, three stones are soaked in blood, and the rivers of forgetfulness are turning against each other. In the underworld, discussing cause and effect, caressing iron locks on cold bridges Long live the Qianqiu period, the harps are rising from the clouds, and the swans are flying by See you again sooner or later, please wipe the peach blossoms from falling

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