The evening cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and under a cloud of cherry blossoms, he walked towards her, "The jade railings are still there, but the beauty has changed." He read this poem softly, and his gentle and jade-like voice almost made her intoxicated. She heard him continue: "Can I call you Zhu Yan?"
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"Zhu Yan!" In front of him was the young man's angry roar. His strong arms supported her body. She felt him shaking slightly. He was afraid of losing her.
Then, she sighed, "Lu Qingcang, your goal is the enemy in front, not to save me."