Bond.
A trace of red thread covered my eyes.
Holding bowls of piping hot Mengpo soup, he handed it to everyone who was about to cross the Naihe Bridge.
The sky was dark, but there was still some light.
It goes well with the Wangchuan River.
Although I can't see clearly, my hearing is very good.
The heavenly palace is beating gongs and drums. Today, is that immortal welcoming the bride again?
I vaguely saw the marriage thread binding the ankles of the couple.
The bow looks so dazzling.
Forget it, I never want to look up from the sky again.
Because I have a deep bond there.
I am Meng Ran.
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