Many years after the fall of Daxuan, there were still young boys singing a song in the streets.
The song goes, "The stars are sparse, the clouds are thin, the general returns with the moon, the moon is bright, the morning breeze welcomes, the Prime Minister leans on the gate..."
However, the general in the ballad did not return, and the Prime Minister no longer smiled as he leaned against the door.
The romance of more than ten years was finally submerged in the ruthless years and turned into a cold name in the volume...
No one knows that she loves him for a long time, no one knows that he loves her deeply
. Only the old man in the hospital is still planting white flowers day after day, hoping that one day his old friend... Will come back...
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