A belated snowfall, monarchs and ministers with different expressions are missing one person at the same time.
A plum tree that had withered forty years ago bloomed overnight, triggering a fight in the palace.
Love, hate, love, hatred, are they here to collect debts? Or come to see you off?
This article is a short article. Maybe it will be written into a long article in the future, but not yet.
This article is also called "Plum Blossoms Look Familiar".
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