The willow silk is long and the flowers are bright, and the white clouds are light and the wind is tired. He draws his sword out of its scabbard and dances, and his horse leaps and whips him up. There is a clear understanding between the two minds, so there is no need to say anything when holding hands and looking at each other. Let's be together as mandarin ducks, and my heart will never change.
Ps: Thanks to Muya for making the cover. I love so much.
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