From one desolate garden to another even more desolate garden, Dai Jinxian's soul will never be at peace!
Outside Dai Yuan, in Su's house, the music has just ended, the lanterns are up again, and there are thousands of old dreams. In the end, they are just facing life in vain, acting on every occasion. Today is the past, and tomorrow is the past. They all just think that these days are made of mud, and they can't afford to wash them away in the passing years!
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Man, please change the paragraph format and it will look better. The writing is so detailed, it looks like tooth carving.
Man, please change the paragraph format and it will look better. The writing is so detailed, it looks like tooth carving.