But now, having lost all her thoughts, she really has little left except dancing. So, dance, turn your beauty into red smoke, melt into the sky, and leave your youth behind. Even deep in her heart, she still remembered that person's look and outstretched hand when they first met. Even if it takes her many, many more years to forget the past, she loved a man who was more indifferent than the ice and snow of Chunyang Palace for hundreds of years.
A humanistic novel about Jiansan written for the new issue of "Xiufang Express"~
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