Long lovesickness brings long-lasting memories, but short lovesickness brings endless longing.
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"Yi An."
When the snow fell at three o'clock, I suddenly woke up from my dream, and the only sound I could hear in the stagnant surroundings was the sound of copper leaks. After opening the curtain and entering the account, on the bed, the man's hair was disheveled and he looked haggard. He sat on the bedside and stared into the void for a long time.
"General."
"Has the snow stopped?"
"Yes."
Shen Yanling lowered his gaze, looked at the old sachet in his hand, and suddenly asked: "Where is Chang Yi?"
As if he had touched some unspeakable taboo, the person being asked melted into the night like a silent shadow. For a long time, he did not hear an answer.
The wind and snow were silent, and the last scattered sobs between heaven and earth were swallowed up. He said softly: "I heard her sobbing in my ears."
"The general has a nightmare."
"Really?"
In the bone-chilling chill, the blood seeping from the wound on his shoulder froze into ice. He smiled blankly and murmured: "Yi An, I can still see her in my dream, but when I wake up I only see tombs. I really can't tell what a nightmare is."
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