The fireflies in the evening palace are quietly thinking, and the solitary lamp has been used up before they can fall asleep. The night is long and the bells and drums are beginning, and the stars are about to dawn.
The mandarin duck tiles are frosty and the flowers are heavy, and the emerald quilt is cold. After so many years of separation between life and death, my soul never came to sleep.
The modification is in progress. There has been some computer malfunction recently, and the website automatically crashes every time. So the modification progress will be very full. I hope for your understanding:)
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