His hot tears flowed into my eyes with the last bit of chill in this midwinter, and I heard Wei Zhan's choked sobs. "A Li... I can't wait to fight anymore. I will accompany you to see the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the green mountains and green waters in this life..." [The short story has been completed] The ancient style is a bit cruel, and the literary wasteland can be poked. The inspiration was a dream of Dou Dou. It was a dark moonlit night and the wind was high. I woke up from the dream, got up from the bed, turned on the computer, and typed, and it was all done in one go...
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