"When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue." Song Yiwang stood on the riverside corridor back then, looking at the rising sun on the river and sky. The rainy days when he first saw it suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. When he turned around that year, he seemed to have disappeared like a breeze. The corners of Yiwang's lips raised unconsciously, and he turned his head, but that person was no longer around him...
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