"Second Senior Sister, you are wearing a skirt today, why don't you stand on your head?"
"Xiaowu, senior sister feels that as a bird, it would be more cool for you to fly naked."
He blinked, "Second Senior Sister, you said I'm a bit narcissistic!"
"Your eyes are already small, but if you blink again, they will look more like the moon on the first day of the new year!"
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If the thousands of years of unfettered years in Qianyuan Mountain were just a leisurely dream...
When the white moonlight shone through the window, he came with the fragrance of bamboo and asked her if she remembered the past passing by her.
At that time, he was a imprisoned treasure.
After everything is shattered, can she bring him to the other side of Nirvana, where there is no life and death, and let the love hidden in each other's hearts spread like the fragrance of hibiscus?
Can the abandonment of the past bloom into full bloom among the vicissitudes of leaves?