The shawl slid down her arms and hung into the water.
Mio Xi immediately shook her shoulders, pulled him back in front of her, and held him in her arms.
From today on, this outfit, including herself, her hair, limbs, her thinking, and craftsmanship, are all relics of Tiangong Kingdom.
Misty and rainy.
The ripples are like falling flowers.
Mio Xi looked at the boat moored by the lonely pavilion.
Thinking of the streets and palaces of Tiangong Kingdom.
A palace as grand as the universe.
In the shadow, in the light, high and low tassels.
The wind blows and the racks of bells ring...
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When all grand narratives dissolve, all that's left is you.
A craftsman girl with great bitterness and hatred, the princess of the country of craftsmen. If we give up on restoring our country, where can we go?
Intention: If you can only live for yourself, where will you go?