Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist. It comes at midnight and leaves at dawn.
It comes like a spring dream that lasts but a moment, and leaves like morning clouds, nowhere to be found.
A play within a play, people hidden inside the drama.
Why should a jade hairpin stir up his baffling past? Familiar faces have tangled up an unsettled history, and now the flames of war rise once more.
You and I are both ordinary people hidden in this mortal world. When the warning drums sound, how many lovesick hearts will they awaken?
Yu Shu Qiong, you are a pebble that has disturbed the waters of the capital. Can you really walk away unscathed?
Thunder rumbles beyond the curtains; within, wind and rain lash through the night, and waking from a dream only brings more sorrow.
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This is my first time writing a long story. If you find it awkward or feel like throwing bricks at me, come on over~ I'm practically itching for it.
Come on, keep writing~!!!!!