Three thousand years of flowers blooming, three thousand years of flowers falling, three thousand years of Dai Qing's figure standing behind her silently, waiting for her to look back.
Three thousand years ago, her hazel-brown, solitary eyes only stayed on the fluttering purple clothes that held the world in her heart for all generations.
But she was always the only one in his heart
Did the fleeting tenderness in the corners of her eyes ever overflow for him?
Another three thousand years of flowers blooming, three thousand years of flowers falling, peach blossoms falling one after another, he suddenly saw her again
"It's good to be back," he said calmly
She is alone...
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Finally it's time to update the article, dear friends, don't give up on Momoha
I was so busy with exams the past two days that I didn't have time to write.
Try to update tomorrow night
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I made a new cover, I hope you guys like it