[Jianxia Qingyuan: Mo and Mao] Even Meeting Is Nothing

When Mo Yu left Chang'an, the willows were lush and green. He looked back at the weather-beaten city and suddenly found the sight blinding.

In this vast Tang empire, in this world of home and country, how many bodies would have to be sacrificed to build an age of peace and prosperity? He didn't know. He only knew that a certain letter would never reach its destination, and that he would never see a certain person again.

An old story, uploaded here just for safekeeping. Feel free to read.

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