In three hundred years, so many things have changed in the stars; in three hundred years, so many people have been wiped out.
"Xi'er... Who owes whom?" There was no answer to his words.
"Xi'er, I hope you are happy." Her mother's only words before her death.
A story, some hurried mood, some messy love, constitute her story. Don't take it seriously, don't take it seriously, just think of it as a dream, a dream that a girl once had, but it was longer and more emotional.
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