The wind is blowing and the rain is thin. No wonder spring sorrow is added slowly.
If I can't remember clearly, I suspect it's a dream, and there's a curtain between the dreams.
I have always wanted to write a story like this. Although it is a story about the Kang Dynasty, it is just a simple romance. There is no Kowloon to win over the heir, and there is no intrigue. There is only a touch of emotion - love, family affection...
A pit, very deep. I am slow to fill in the holes, please understand.
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