Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist, midnight comes and dawn goes.
It came like a spring dream in a short time, and left like a morning cloud with nowhere to find.
Watching a play in a play, hiding people in a play.
Why did a tube of jade hairpin affect his confusing life experience, and the familiar face actually made the past unresolved, and the war started again.
You and I are all ordinary people hiding in the world of mortals. How many infatuations can be awakened by the sound of a startled drum?
Yu Shuqing, you are just a stone that broke this pool of water in the capital. Do you think you can escape unscathed?
There is thunder outside the curtain, and inside the curtain is a stormy night, which adds to the sorrow of frightening dreams.
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This is my first time writing a long novel, but if it seems awkward and makes me want to smash bricks, come on~~ I'm really itching.