My surname is Liu, my name is Xiang Wan, and I live in Shengyang Mountain. My name comes from a poem in my mother's room. "The willow smoke goes towards the evening alone, where will the setting sun return?"
He was fifteen years old when he first met Su An. That day, he rode through the forest with his long whip in his hand, disrupting the trajectory of the willow flowers. He raised his eyebrows at me, "Is there anything strange happening in this mountain?"
The second time I met Su An, he struggled to let me go away on a stormy night, his eyes full of confusion and unwillingness.
Later, he took me away from the mountain. In the end, it was just for a shortcut from north to south.
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