The smile of the lotus pond makes the flowers pale. It felt like a world away, and I unnaturally wanted to see more. No matter how much business piled up the night before.
I stayed up until early in the morning, always holding a book and walking to her door. Unconsciously, the heart is lost. Dusk is hazy, with slanting shadows inside the house. I pretended to threaten her, how could I not know the past events of my father's generation? I wanted to touch her chin, it felt like silk, like the snow on the top of the North River that was about to melt, but I was also afraid of hurting her.
Try your best to tell her as much as you can. It's something I never talk about on a daily basis. But he also opens his heart to outsiders.
But I know that she is not an outsider. Ever since I saw her soft sword. I knew that I would be bound to her for the rest of my life.
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