I looked at the old man in surprise: "Who am I, what is this life and past lives, and where should I go?"
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"If you love him, keep your happiness. If you don't love him, keep your heart." My dear sister, you must be happy.
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The moonlight was like water, and the young boy from the past looked at me blankly: "You said that people are cold-hearted by nature, didn't you?"
The flowers bloom and fall, and everyone gathers and disperses at the feast of tung flowers. In the end, who is left behind?