"Zhen Yu, the peach blossoms are blooming so beautifully this year, do you know?" No one answered his words. Among the peach blossoms in the sky, he was the only one, tasting this endless loneliness.
"Reng Yu, Reng Yu..." The name that I once would rather die than shout out is now often on my lips, as if I would forget it if I didn't shout it out.
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