There is a Qingyuan Immortal in heaven, and Xiao Luo has liked him for a long time. He said: "These fine raindrops fell into the lake, but they didn't even create a ripple." He looked up at the mountains in the distance, and there was a faint mist in his cold eyes. He said: When fate separates, we leave; when fate gathers, we reunite. He said: I will definitely live up to you in the next life. But the pear tree at the top is dead, Xiao Luo is dead, and the aloof Qingyuan Immortal is also dead. Immortal, it turns out that my love for you is like rain without ripples.
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