In the eternal years, she met him for the first time. She is a peony on the branch, and he is a scholar of wonderful paintings. Because of love, hatred arises, because of hatred, we meet by fate, and there are only a few in this world. Twin flowers, one red and one white, fell in love with the same person by accident, and eventually the sisters turned against each other, and humans and monsters took different paths. When spring is over, the flower soul has no place to find it, and there is no Xiaoxiangzi in the world. Qingshan City in the morning mist, a river of tobacco, the wind in the city, the peonies and the rain...
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