Forget About the World of Mortals, I Am the Only One Missing

"Red hands, yellow wine, willows on palace walls all over the city." The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away from home for a few years. Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall. Xianchi Pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. " In the solitary lamp tent, I hold a single scroll in my hand and read it carefully. Don't think about longing for lovesickness, don't talk about growing old together, I am the only one, Actually infatuated... Recently, I am reading the chapters I wrote before. The first 34 chapters are too convoluted, the expressions are too delayed, and a bit scattered. I will revise them later and put them up again. Chapters after 34 will also be partially revised based on the revisions.