The clouds covered the moon, and the moonlight became melancholy. The large tracts of flowers blooming in the yard looked quite desolate. It was hazy, as if everything was so far away, so unreal.
Having walked in and out of this attic in a corner of Los Angeles countless times, it seemed like a lonely prison.
Who would have known that such a majestic Bailuo Pavilion would only be flashy, just like the empty lives of the two lords.
In the rivers and lakes, there are the swords of heroes and the tenderness of beauties. However, in Bailuo Pavilion, there are only the countless lonely nights that accompany the people here, just waiting to bury this life.
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