If you don't drink wine, the flowers will laugh at themselves. If you drink some wine with the flowers, you can make wine. She likes wine because it can make her forget about the fox and him. Her wine is very strange. It allows the drinker to see his past and present lives, but not the future.
Thousands of years ago, when soldiers came to the city, they waved their jade arms and showed great grace. Thousands of years later, when we meet again, the dust of the past has long been blown away by the wind. When I remember it again, things have changed.
Thousands of years ago, she was a flower demon. She fell in love with a strange fox. She died for him, neither tragic nor heroic.
Thousands of years later, she was reincarnated as a human being, and her unwillingness to time travel brought her gradually closer to the fox that brought her to ancient times.
On the ten-mile long street, the red clothes are like blood, and tears are flowing down the cheeks: "Fox, are you leaving me?"
It's fate, when she remembered everything in her previous life, how could she expect that she could only watch the fox die with her own eyes?
He has been waiting for her for thousands of years. Is it finally time for her to wait for him?
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