Flowers bloom on the street, and the phoenix comes. The three sounds of Phoenix mean three lives. Huang Luo has always had a vague feeling that he was born with a connection with the Wutong flower. On the day of my birth, the parasol flowers bloomed. On the day of confession, the parasol flowers bloomed. Even on the day of his death, the parasol trees were in bloom, but they were just red.
[Don't go away, the excitement continues!
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