When Mo Yu left Chang'an, the willows were green. He looked back at the weather-beaten city and suddenly felt a little dazzling.
He didn't know how much flesh and blood it would take to build a peaceful and prosperous age for this great Tang Dynasty, this family and the world. He only knows that there is a letter that will never reach the place it is supposed to go, and there is a person who will never be seen again.
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