In March in Furong City, it rains heavily.
She, standing at the foot of the city, looked at him and looked back, smiling slightly.
He was holding a girl whom he could not live up to in his life. Looking back, he no longer missed her
I just wish that our hearts would no longer be tied to each other
I just hope that you and I will no longer miss each other
When I dream about the palace of Furong City, I always remember the singing from upstairs, and I drink all my wine.
Aftertaste, I feel that delicate and uninhibited feeling.
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