Lu Jiuchao once didn't believe in fate, but it wasn't until that cold look hit his arms that he realized whether it was calamity or fate.
Ten years ago, he thought he could return home together, but he saw that man dressed in white and cold as a red candle.
Ten years later, he finally thought he was just a stranger, but he saw the man in red and said goodbye to him.
At the end of this life, I realized that the power of golden bottles, delicacies, and jade is no match for the pale face, white hair, and ten miles of peach blossoms.
Author's statement: Before this article was published, the author had collaborated with others to turn it into a radio drama and publish it online. The text version of the novel was first published here.
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