A story about dragons and phoenixes among people, a story about loneliness, lovesickness, and tenderness. A Jiangnan villa full of silken crabapple flowers, two people who are close to each other but unable to face their love. The past, present, and future are entangled together, inseparable, and inseparable. It is destined to be a parting story, about rivers and lakes, heroes, dominance, and swords in the wind. Unfortunately, the flowers will be better next year. Who knows who to be with.
I recently opened a new pit to fulfill my promise and re-wrote a story called, which still contains Qin Moyan and Muhe Villa. I couldn't bear to give up the name Qin Motan because it has a great relationship with a good friend of mine. Although this is a brand new story, I tried my best to write the words I wanted. Each story seems to be related to my friends from different periods of time. I am really lucky that I was able to meet them.
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