You said dandelions are tasteless? The night is faintly carrying its hazy fragrance, and its faint fragrance is flying on your fingertips. The fragrance of dandelions is pure. It reminds people of the past and reminds them of sadness. It is sad, blowing in the wind, and traveling alone. He, too, must be like this.
That night, there was no peace, pain on the battlefield, and blood flying. He led the rebels to attack the city. The smell of blood filled the air, and there was a stench and corrosive smell everywhere. There are corpses everywhere and blood is spread all over the land. Is this a battlefield? He didn't dare to look at him, he just wished it was a dream and death was everywhere in this city.
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