Feng Cailing said, "It's all right. Don't be afraid. I'm already dead. You can rest easy now."
Su Huan Zhen opened his eyes. It had all been a bewildering dream. A bird cried mournfully outside the window, and the wind blew countless blossoms from the branches. The nightjar's cries brought no dawn. The pillow of longing had long since grown cold.
Before him and behind him, it was still the people of the world, and the endless miles of white clouds.
This is an old story from years ago. Recently, I don't know why, but my love for this pairing has flared up again...
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. . Also watch Pili!! Yo!!!! Fellow Taoist
Mrs. Mrs. Mrs… Crying violently to the point of being incoherent and heartbroken (′-ωก`)