It's been a long time, Quli in my dream.
For ten springs and winters, there were countless sunrises and sunsets. When I returned to this city for the second time, snow kept falling from the sky. This is the snow that belongs to the Western Regions. It is rich, heavy, and magnificent. The cold wind is as sharp as a white blade, cutting through the rough clothes and biting the bones deeply. I couldn't help but tighten my clothes again.
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