The good things in the world are not firm, and the colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is brittle.
The ancient and mysterious Gaochang country, beautiful foreign girls, warriors in the dark night, moody and proud king, mysterious desert caravans, melodious camel bells, long ancient roads... Gaochang Mengxun...
"King who has come from afar, don't you know that the captured Skybell Bird cannot sing..."
PS: This is my first attempt at a dark short story, so I didn't grasp it very well, please forgive me.
Thank you Mingming for the cover, I like it very much
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