Qin Xiang smiled slightly, and his body seemed to be surrounded by a circle of holy light. He took a step forward and performed a Buddhist salute: There was nothing in the first place, so there was no dust.
Chu Liuxiang: Please stay if there are no flowers.
Prime Minister Qin: Wuhua is me, and flowerless is not me. I am Wuhua, and I am not Wuhua. So, who am I, the donor?
Chu Liuxiang smiled casually: You are the most beautiful cloud in my sky, let me keep you with my heart.
Prime Minister Qin:...
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