Happiness and misfortune are separated by only a hair's breadth.
Love and hate are separated by a single thought.
I wish someone would climb Mount Diancang and talk with me.
Talk about my unreliable master and senior brother, and the biological older brother I lost and found again.
Talk about the fine wine and beef from Peach Blossom Town that year.
Talk about the brilliant night sky above Lingyun Pavilion.
Talk about the dagger that pierced my chest beneath Shaoyang Pass.
Talk about that cup of poisoned wine on my wedding night.
Talk about how, in the end, I was all alone.
Sadly, no one has ever made it up Mount Diancang.
Perhaps this place really has become a paradise of immortals. Ordinary people below the mountain cannot climb up here.
I can always faintly hear someone calling my name: Dongyang... Dongyang...
I know you've always been by my side.
So even with no one to confide in, I have never felt lonely.
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I liked it. I was so happy after reading it in one go. Come on