The sky and river are far away, the sea of stars is clear, and the mist is so dense that you can't see the beginning or end.
Fairy stones lie on the river bank, the gravel is white, and there are many rare flowers and rare trees. The fairies carry the flower branches picked from Tianchi Garden and walk gracefully along the river. One of them took a look at the riverside, and a fairy joked, "Sister Jingxin, are there any lotus leaves to be harvested by the Tianhe River?" Jingxin turned around and glared at her. Unexpectedly, another fairy then joked, "Why are there no lotus leaves by the Tianhe River? It's just that the lotus seeds planted by Tianzhu Xingjun have not grown yet." Before she finished speaking, all the fairies laughed. Jing Xin blushed, quickened her pace, lowered her head and walked hurriedly towards the depths of the fairy forest. A voice caught up from behind: "Jing Xin, walk slowly, Tianzhu Xingjun is taking a nap, I haven't heard you yet, you don't have to be shy, Jing Xin, Jing Xin..."
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Finally,
Over the long years, from never owning to owning, from choosing and abandoning, we define our own lives.
Yunhu was not happy when he saw that his heart was connected, so he just smiled, which was understandable.
Conception: