Centennial ginkgo, acquaintance under the moon, her encounter with an elf...
Under the tree, he was dressed in crescent moon-colored silver, his clothes were flying, he was light and refined, like a banished immortal...
She was stunned as she looked at it.
His world of power, battles, and conspiracies... Was beyond her imagination. However, he himself is so gentle and elegant, transcending all the fetters in the world. He would always smile at her, with such tender eyes...
During that battle, she saw him, who had always been gentle and smiling, angry. That was the only time. Such an angry face shocked her, but also made her heartache...
She lost him...
Her elf, her lover...
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