Another summer, the bamboo forest outside Qingyin Hall was green, beautiful and slender. An old woman in white clothes stood in front of the grave. Her alluring appearance was no longer there, and her appearance had deteriorated. Her gentle eyes looked into the depths of the bamboo forest, where a clump of seven-color emperor flowers had lush branches and leaves. When the autumn comes, I think it will be extremely beautiful. He suddenly felt someone calling her in a low voice. He looked back and saw a young man in white standing outside the Qingyin Hall. His clear eyes asked her with a smile, "Did my sister come from heaven?"
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