A piece of letterhead hangs on a branch, teetering among the fallen flowers. She exhausted all her strength and reached out to take it off.
The peach blossoms parted ways one after another, and the former shades were fading away bit by bit. The residual red color kept falling on the letter, reflecting the thin handwriting, and the eyes were full of bright red:
Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, but nothing except Wushan was like clouds.
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