After living in seclusion for many years, I found that I still dreamed of Chang'an and recalled Jiangnan.
Dreaming of Chang'an, dreaming of Chang'an, I can only dream...
"Have you heard? That Nan Hei, the blood-burning man on the other side, who we were so scared to death, actually died of love? Ha, that's so ridiculous!"
Heaven and hell... Aren't they just crossing the same human world? I can still bear it now.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
