After ten years of dreaming about the world, blood surges in my heart.
I wanted to talk to Jianghu several times, but when it got cold, I put on more clothes.
After ten years of sleep, I wake up with the word "sorrow" on my brows.
I want to talk about missing you and knowing you, but my grudges are endless.
It's just a short story, I hope you enjoy it.
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