The tide ebbs and flows, year after year, and the sharpness of time cannot wear away Xuanze's persistent waiting. Even if time and space change, even if her appearance changes, as long as her figure appears in his sight, he will still blurt out the name that he has called thousands of times - Liuli.
People in the world regard the annual Qiantang Tide as a feast of joy. They watch and laugh to their heart's content, but they will never know that such a magnificent spectacle is their dragon god commemorating the only love in their lives.
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