The body that has been sleeping for thousands of years wakes up from the dead branches and rotten leaves, and it is the nightingale's sad sigh that undoes the spell...
I am not a ghost, I am just the flower essence of a "Smiling Flower" that has violated heaven's rules and been sealed for thousands of years.
My memory will always only stay at that moment a thousand years ago:
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Intention: