"Yuan Wuxiang" stared blankly at the sword in his hand for a long time, and said calmly: "So familiar, yet so strange." The vicissitudes of the tone came from a soft and waxy child's voice, which was unexplained and strange.
On the other side, a similar sigh came out of the silver-haired Taoist.
"So familiar, yet so strange."
What is familiar is that I know every plant and tree in this misty rain and setting sun. What was strange was that the person with whom he was eating cakes and admiring the moon was no longer there.
The gentle breeze blew away the moisture in his eyes, but it could not take away the sadness and extreme pain in his heart.
"My friend, the former Taoist and True Masters are now the only ones left in Wuyuan Wuxiang. I will bury you on the top of Eternal Sun, and you will probably be happy. This glass of sake is to mourn your soul."
Yuan Wuxiang slowly poured the wine into the ground, and the moment he lowered his head, tears fell heavily. The world only knows that Yuan Wuxiang and you are close friends, but they don't know that Yuan Wuxiang loves you...
The clear wine combined with the strong sadness mixed into a deadly poison, poured into the nostalgic intestines, and turned into tears that had never been seen before.
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