"You said that our names together become a tragedy." She stood in the distance and smiled slightly at me. A gust of cold wind blew by, stinging me so hard that I couldn't open my eyes, but when I regained my vision, she disappeared. I ran out the door and couldn't find her anywhere in the courtyard, streets, or towers, as if she had never existed. However, her singing seemed to ring in my ears again: Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an, the autumn cries of Luo Wei and Jin Jinglan, the desolate and cold color of the frost...
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