With a wave of his hand and a kneel down, he took the jade cup and conferred guilt upon the world.
There is no one to shout long live, only old friends shed tears when they see you.
Jun Xiaoxiao unsheathed the sword, thinking that it was all over.
When a person is alive, his responsibility lies with him, and it is impossible for him to die with anyone.
The dimmed light in Hong Yi's eyes suddenly brightened up. He took a deep breath, as if he could still smell the fragrance overflowing from the wine glass in the man's hand that day. It was not strong and emanated like water. It was clear and gentle. He would never forget that person's presence that day.
He never knew he could long for someone so much, and then he heard his own suppressed voice.
"Okay."
As long as you leave him to me.
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