In the quiet room, there is white paper under the bronze paperweight on the round table. There is only one name on the white rice paper: Bai Xue. The moon is hazy and people are hazy. The sharp edge of the sword is an eternal dream.
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A very artistic book with endless meaning. It's a pity that there is no next part.
Super exciting, I like it
Wonderful, there are very few authors like this
A very artistic book with endless meaning. It's a pity that there is no next part.