The story of the broken mandarin duck.
I still remember the days when I looked for a smile in the corner of that person's eyes a long time ago.
The appearance and identity are always absent, and in the end I still can't remember them. That's okay too.
Because even air can always be breathed.
"At this time, cold raindrops began to float in the sky again, and small invisible ripples rippled on the surface of the pool.
Meng Zhiran, you are so cruel...
Meng Zhiran, you are really..."
Ran and plum blossoms form a pair.
I don't know when the next Jinling Flower Show will be held. Will I see you again?
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