
About This Novel
All things in the world grow freely, and so do flowers, plants, and trees. No matter where it is, east, west, north, or south, the image of the tea-scented hall seems like yesterday, leaving only the story of the old tree breaking people's heart, drifting away in the world. (If you are free, you are in luck! Can you sit down and let me make a pot of tea and talk slowly...)
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