Floating like a snail, sinking like frost.
This is her destiny, her name.
At least, she still remembers.
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Snow clothes fly, swords are like songs. She sets foot in the rivers and lakes, and understands what it means to be bloody, Qiu Jin and red maples, open and covert fights, she gets involved in the court, and understands what it means to be ruthless with a smile.
Many years ago, she asked: "What is desolation?
Time flies by, and now she asks: "Is this desolation?
The end of the world is over, the memories are astringent, and the ink-like pupils are finally clear, and everything can be seen clearly.
When it becomes clear, it is like the setting sun at dusk, never going back.
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