I gradually began to dream about Chang'an in the story every night. There were people in Chang'an who sang three hundred poems full of pessimism.
These many pavilions and vast palaces are not my imagination. I once had pictures of them in my mind.
Young and ignorant love has become the most unforgettable pain in the second half of life. For him, for the warmest darkness in the world...
Now, if you can one day, come to Chang'an...
"Chang'an City is very prosperous. There is the highest attic there, and you can see it from a distance."
"Is there a man named Mu Suyang there?"
"Why do you ask that?"
"Without Mu Suyang, no matter how prosperous it is, it will just be a passing cloud."
"Yes. I will wait for you in Chang'an..."
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She has traveled to many places, walked for a long time, and met many people, but she can never reach the Chang'an in her heart.
"You said there are March willows in Chang'an, but I saw the snow in winter; you said there are tea cloud cakes in Chang'an, but I saw wine ponds and meat forests; you said Chang'an has Mu Suyang, but standing in front of me is a person I don't know!" She suddenly lost her mind in Chang'an, shouting at the top of her lungs. Even the darkness is no longer warm, where else can she be taken in...