##Group portrait
The rift valley swallows the cold mist, and the ink mist surrounds the withered trees.
Hanging empty words during the day, wrapped in old books at night.
The side collar is leaning against the remaining wall, and there are rumors that war drums are sparse.
Who has seen the fate lock? When the fog disperses, it becomes peaceful.
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Give me some good reviews! Give the author some motivation, meow! Thank you, meow! [Seeking attention]
A super good novel, fascinating. I read dozens of chapters in one go and couldn't stop at all.