"Tang Wu, it's been two years, how many more years do you want to live in your world?"
The man on the bed was sleeping peacefully and did not respond.
"There are no disputes or hatred in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers. I was once stabbed by you, and you wanted to kill me. How about we get over it? But don't give me the name Tang Wu back."
"The sea of flowers is shrouded in mist. I want you to come and see it together."
"Wake up quickly. It's been so long, how long do you have to sleep?"
"But no matter how many years, I will wait."
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