By the West Lake, the showers are beginning to subside
The lanterns were bright, lighting up the seventh day of July when she was sixteen years old.
A clear song, gentle and affectionate, like a clear mountain spring flowing quietly, filled his heart full of holes, making him feel that this life, which he thought was incomplete, could be so complete.
They were born into a noble royal family, born to compete for power and power, and what the rain and wind blew away were not just heroes and romantic figures?
On the city wall, she looked at him with a calm expression. The cold wind blew her hair a little messy.
"Historical books in the future will only record today's heroic words of the Suzaku Sect as a preparation for His Majesty's coming to rule the world in the future. However, who will remember that every inch of lovesickness in these years has finally turned into a silent wisp of dust in the whirlpool of this family, country and world."
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