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Unparalleled:
She sometimes thought that there was a bridge between them, a bridge connecting sixteen hundred years of time and space.
She could not share his happiness, nor his pain, so she could only watch him quietly on the bridge, watching his country and family ruined, and his loneliness.
People around him walked around, coming and going, flattering him when he was rich and turning around and leaving when he was depressed.
And she was still there, waiting for him quietly at the other end of the bridge.
It was like she had been in his world and never left.
Murong Chong:
Time disappears into time, just like water disappears into water. Living is like snow falling on soil, cleansed and gone. The burden of the family and the shackles of shame severely nailed him to the pillar of shame of rumors and rumors. Who was he at that time?
Young general, or prisoner of his rank?
Love is touching and then withdrawing, it is patience, it is giving.
Death is not the loss of life, but the passage of time. In those years, he stood on the top of Afang, looking at the sky. He thought that he and she were at least looking at the same sky.
Fogge:
Do you know what a story is? The story is just the narrator's embellishment, and I think it's more like an ordinary person's accident.
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