The first time I met Nanfeng, I was only fourteen.
No, fifteen? Thirteen? Ten......
Eighteen hundred years have passed in a blink of an eye. Nanfeng has been reborn countless times, and I have been a ghost for countless years. That day, I followed a rich woman into the mall and looked at the empty space in the mirror and sighed: I have almost forgotten what I look like! !
The dream of reincarnation, the banquet of mortal world, tenderness has never been stranded. Lovesickness turns to ashes, and several misunderstandings are not worth a moment's thought.
But in the end, I didn't see through this worldly banquet, and I didn't see through him.
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