Yi Yinping: Spring Is Wide, Dreams Are Narrow

The young man in white rode down on horseback, his robes fluttering. He lowered his eyes and called tenderly, "Yin Luyao, I want to marry you." That day, the shadows stirred beneath the trees, and the breeze brushed the slender willows. Yin Luyao's eyes curved into a smile, winding through the splendor of spring dreams and sweeping past the clamor of the mortal world. Back then, spring felt boundless and dreams were brief. In the reflection, Yin Luyao's eyes brimmed with tears. "I've come to marry you, Gu Qingzhou."

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