In the city of illusion, Wu Zhu, who was like a god, looked at the girl with compassion.
Among the thousands of butter lamps, the girl made a wish that she could never achieve in this life.
So, I entered the cycle of time without sadness, just to find my lover who died in vain and protect his smile.
[PS: Committed to heart-warming stories, the author is accumulating strength...]
[PS again: The short story has been completed]
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