
Bai Minguo Little Boy
by Pothos
About This Novel
In the small and cramped space where the sea and the sky are connected - the breeze rises from all directions, swaying disorderly into the dusky yellow and blue of the setting sun, enveloping the white waves, silent in the strangeness of the sea. The two completely similar people on the shore were like twin flowers. The moment their fingertips touched each other, they turned into one petal of garcinia and one petal of crimson. Garcinia leaves the world behind, crimson soars into the sky. The Ziwei stars who stood on the banks of the Wangchuan River and looked at the White Republic of China in the distance guarded the Jade White Sculpture for thousands of years; the time travellers, who parted through the fog and peeled off cocoons, escaped with the Crimson Lord. Three lives and three lives are like clouds and smoke, The four seasons of the year are like reincarnation. They meet, they separate, but eventually they meet again.
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