The sun was just right that day, so Lu Jingci took someone out to bask in the sun. The person was in a rare good mood and sang an unknown ditty, although Lu Jingci didn't recognize the tune in the end.
He looked at the man holding a teacup and sipping, squinting at the golden flowers everywhere under the autumn sun, and lamented the good time in the world. Lu Jingci agreed, but the spear in his hand was dancing very beautifully. Now his shooting skills were perfect. Someone sighed, his face was as white as a ghost, even though he was a ghost in the first place. Looking at Lu Jingci's increasingly familiar face, someone couldn't help but lament that fate plays tricks on people.
As Lu Jingci was chewing this poem, he suddenly looked at someone's face that was so white that it seemed to be transparent. He suddenly felt uneasy and panicked in his heart, but he only heard the person's voice as soft as a sigh, but he said:
"Remember to wear more clothes when it's cold. Don't just rely on your internal strength. When you were healing at the ice spring, you blamed me for being careless and leaving hidden dangers... I didn't expect you didn't... Lie to me. No wonder... Remember... I'll see you again, little Douding..."
The porcelain cup fell on the ground and blossomed, the warm tea still had lingering fragrance, and the golden color everywhere was swaying in the sudden wind, just like Lu Jingci's expression.
That year, in the sweet scented osmanthus, he lost his world.
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