When I was young, I met on a small island in the South China Sea.
He was in a mess, and an ancient palace lantern made of red copper and flowers was sparse, with only a few leaves left.
Standing not far away and waving to them was the cold tip of a knife under the moonlight.
As adults, we met in the luxurious Sin City.
You escaped from the red fire formation, and your black robe with exquisite patterns was in tatters.
But he discovered that you are not you.
The story of Ji Ze and Xing'an.
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