The sound of breaking waves is still there, and the sound of rolling waves echoes on the shore year after year without stopping. But the person he was waiting for never came back. The light golden ice string flower in the hand is crystal clear like a fragile crystal, emitting a faint light of dawn. The bloody stamens decorate the five overlapping petals in an extraordinary way. Perhaps because of its unusual origin, the flower has not withered over the years. Thinking of the source... My heart froze. The feeling of sadness and sorrow arises spontaneously and cannot go away for a long time. Smelling the cold fragrance of Bingxianhua, I always feel that the coldness is mixed with the lingering smell of blood. However, he was greedy for this taste, it was his taste. "Ah Juan..." His bluish eyelashes drooped, covering his eyes full of moisture, "I promised I would come back, could it be that Ah Juan lied to me." Yuan Wuxiang melted away his most precious ice string flower, and just like that, he opened a jar and drank from it against the rocks on the seaside. He was not a drinker, but after Tiangshoutian left, he often got drunk on the shore of Breaking Waves. It was here that Ah Juan disappeared. Drinking wine turns into tears of lovesickness. Seven or eight jars of strong wine entered his stomach, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. "Yuan Wuxiang, drinking alcohol hurts your liver, don't drink anymore. Come back with me." A clear voice whispered in his ear in a trance. Yuan Wuxiang covered his face with his hands, as if to hide the tears on his face.
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