Pushing open the door of Qige at dusk, he opened up a dusty past. The antiques standing quietly on the carved mahogany cabinet spoke silently, and he turned over the yellowed pages of history.
"Everyone who comes is a guest. It doesn't matter whether it's a person, a ghost, or a god."
It has been a thousand years, and Lin Zhuo has been right in front of him. He looked at Lin Zhuo and avoided the man's expression of hesitation due to worry. They avoided each other's inner truth. It's been a thousand years, and Tang Qi has too many past events in his heart, but he still can't let go of those few strands of the mortal world.
The ever-bright lamp reflected the glint of the wine glass. Looking at Lin Zhuo, Tang Qi wrote: I only have the chance to look back on you, half to practice Taoism and half to you.
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He was hugged by Lin Zhuo, and the snow left a thick layer on his robe, but he didn't feel cold. He just hugged the aggrieved and whimpering person with a faint smile on his lips, "It's been a thousand years..." He hugged Lin Zhuo tightly, leaned against the person's shoulder, and breathed warmly into the person's ear,
"I still love you..."
Intention: Even though it has been a thousand years, I still love you.