Lingbo

Literary Edition: The chest holds the orchid, and the face is solemn. When I was six years old, I saw him for the first time. He walked over the broken porcelain pieces on the ground and poured me a cup of tea. The young boy, with his gentle and graceful features, held the cup of tea and motioned for me to drink it. He said, from now on, this will be your home. When I was sixteen years old, I threatened to die and asked Aye to let me go. Over the past eight years, I have settled in Jiangnan. When I heard the news that he had married a wife and had children, I always felt as if he was a world away. When I was twenty-four years old, I met him again. That day in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I danced on the stage, and I danced Lingbo, my favorite dance when I was young. He stood on the second floor and looked at me. His features were calmer and more measured than before. He looked like a charming and elegant young master, every bit as I thought. Rogue version: Shen Wan (puzzled): Nalan Chengde! Why did you send so many soldiers here? Nalan (with a calm look on his face): Seal the epidemic area. Shen Wan (confused): But they are all soldiers on the battlefield. Nalan (of course): If you can't come out, they will be responsible for burying everyone here with us. Of course, they should be stronger. Shen Wan (speechless): Why are you so violent? Besides, it's just me, where did we come from? Nalan: With me, together with you, it's us.