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And I don't know where this wind started, and it will never stop. Wading through mountains and rivers, plundering the wilderness, seeping into the blade of the knife, soaking into the cold moon.
Waiting for a moment of greedy joy, standing in the wind for a long time, the autumn feeling is wet all over the lapel, dyeing the sleeves with cold fragrance. I felt like I was sinking into a dream, unable to extricate myself.
Wen Renqing looked at the face of the person in front of him, with a slight smile but as clear as the clouds breaking through the moonrise.
He felt that the wind was like mountains, forests and streams, deserted in an instant, the full moon was like frost, the sword was like ice and snow, and there was someone else's life.
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