Empty flower - snowflake, the flower of vanity, a metaphor for delusional thoughts.
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Riding on my black horse with a white mane and wandering leisurely, I found Lei Gui's head from the pile of corpses. I held up his messy hair and dangled it in my hand, "Rei Gui, Lei Gui, you have really become a ghost this time... Ha... But you alone are not enough... Not enough... How can only a small city of Shou be worth the eyes of the only Snow Eagle in the world? Not to mention the three thousand soldiers of my Sengpiao Kingdom..."
In the evening, snow fell from the sky, and blood was flying.
... Is Cangtian also hurt? I asked the soldier walking next to me: "What color is this snow?" The soldier replied that it was white. I stretched out my hand to take a few pills, and looked again and again, "But what I saw was clearly bright red..." After hearing this, the soldier said, "King, you are right, we are willing to do anything for you." I smiled, a gentle but empty smile.
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I also don't understand why I write these meaningless stories with thin reasons.