They are two completely unrelated people.
The son of a court official, he was personable, treated everyone with courtesy, and was regarded as a pillar of talent by everyone.
A bastard son of a cloth shop owner, he loves to play, loves to joke, and always talks nonsense.
But just by smiling, scolding and looking back, they were closely connected by the red thread of fate.
Just in the end? Don't hear, don't care, don't meet.
You are you and I am me.
Only when the flowers have fallen away can the tears from the bottom of my heart dare to flow endlessly...
"Shen Lian. Do you think this moon looks like you?"
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