Nanyuan Ronin's masterpiece "Close to the Fairy Tale"
How lucky she was to meet him, and he happened to like her too. They were like the hands on a pendulum, constantly turning but forgetting the time. Time did not wait for her, but took him away. She forgot the year, month and day, and leaned against the wall of the ancient city all afternoon. Those times they thought they would never forget were forgotten in the days they thought about...
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