He said that if three thousand people drowned, they would only drink from one gourd.
He said he didn't understand what it meant.
He didn't speak, just sighed.
Probably this is what happened between them, like two vines entangled with each other, giving rise to the past that has long been unclear. The foundation rots into dust in a moment, and eventually spreads and passes away alone under the dome. So many days and nights together are no match for time. Jiang Nan once wrote that because you don't love, it's all wrong.
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