Ye Qingkuang. The leaves are unique, light and casual, and wildly public.
Jade chants dust. Warm and moist like jade, drinking lightly and whispering, as light as dust.
From past life to this life, from death to life.
Since even the King of Hell won't accept us, wouldn't it be a waste if we don't live a good life? !
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