About This Novel
On the other side of the soul, there are birds chirping and flowers fragrant, and the eyes are filled with meandering scenery. Whenever the heart is no longer calm, it will look for the other side of the soul. Here is a bridge built with exquisite language, a fortress piled with stories that have been passed down through the ages. The blue sky and white clouds transformed by vivid words are filled with the fragrance of books, and the breeze blows through my heart. Yearning for such a pure land of the soul.
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