When Luo Qingfan saw the painting opened in front of him, everyone around him didn't know why this man who had always been aloof and never showed weakness easily burst into tears. In the scroll, I saw a man in white in ancient costume standing quietly under the red plum tree, and in his right hand was a ribbon that was as red as blood...
"My Lingyue..." He touched the face of the person in the painting with his trembling hand and murmured to himself...
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