Introduction: Fireworks are not the same as the moon, there are thousands of tears, we express our love and sorrow by the Naihe Bridge, the rain turns into silk, touches the bluestone, and I miss you thin, do you know? Can you please break off a branch of willow plum and marry you when my hair reaches my waist?
The paper scroll gently brushed against the dancing shadows of the trees, pretending to be blood and tears in the dream. They were bound for life, seeking answers in the mist.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
