Spring passed and winter came, sixteen years had passed, and she missed him year after year.
The fragrance of peach blossom wine lingers along the entire Gangshui River.
Her bright white face and lowered eyes were so gentle.
The peach blossom wine was particularly intoxicating. She took a sip and felt really old...
The evening breeze blew gently, making my clothes wet.
It was like having a long dream.
She just remembered.
After all, he is gone.
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This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
