Wu Xie suffered from a strange disease for which there was no cure. Its name is forgetting
So, a man stayed in front of the bed every day, his eyes under his black hair looked like. It filled the whole world, reflecting Wu Xie's shadow.
He said: "Wu Xie, I am Zhang Qiling."
Fantasy in the white night, looking at the other shore. The contract of life and death, told by Zicheng.
Under the intertwining of dreams and shadows, I step into a long dream woven by lies, and I don't want to wake up again.
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