Excerpt
The setting sun is like blood.
The other shore flowers blooming on both sides of the Forgotten River seem to be burning up the land of Forgotten River. The wind blowing from the Lethe River is mixed with the smell of blood and corpses.
The setting sun never sets on the Forgotten River, so no matter when, the Forgotten River is always shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, so lonely.
Among the flowers on the other side, there was a person half lying in white dark clothes, a black belt tied in a random knot, and a black robe wrapped around him. He put one hand behind his back and held a wine plate in the other, exposing half of his arm.
Lin Yuan drank the wine in one gulp, picked up the wine flask, filled it, handed it to the right, and said to the visitor: "Would you like a drink?"
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Reader comments
Although I don't know much about perfume? But the smell you described feels very comfortable. Taitai and Ami's scenes opposite each other are a bit limited, but just follow your original style! Just write slowly, don't be too hasty, come on!
Although I don't know much about perfume? But the smell you described feels very comfortable. Taitai and Ami's scenes opposite each other are a bit limited, but just follow your original style! Just write slowly, don't be too hasty, come on!