"Don't cry."
I vaguely heard the man's slow chuckle, and I felt a sudden movement in the spring mountain.
Unstoppable tears fell down one by one, and someone's fingertips, with the coolness of the night cold, softly brushed her cheeks. The sleeves of the snow silk robe are stained with the faint fragrance of flowers.
Day is coming.
The peonies outside the curtain are in full bloom.
Birthday congratulations to a friend.
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