Let me tell you a story.
It was a dull rainy night, and a friend who had been dead for six years appeared in the deserted courtyard. He had clear eyebrows and was dressed in bright yellow brocade, with rainwater running down his hair. The man heard the sound of footsteps, nodded in the distance, and called out: Jin Ran.
"An unconscious dream."
(This can be viewed as an original article, completely beyond Jiansan's worldview...)
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